Francis Duggan


I Acted Polite


I acted polite though i did not wish to hear
Him bragging aloud of his marvellous career
And of his exciting and successful life
And of his wonderful children and of his beautiful wife,
He kept waffling on of his every success
Though such talk the likes of me does not impress
To call him a braggart to his face may seem crude
And despite his boasting why to him be rude,
Since his ideas of life are so different to mine
I do not meet him often and that suits me fine
Self praise it is no praise to me seems so true
And i only give credit where credit is due
A prize for self promotion he surely would win
In ten long minutes with him i could not get a word in.

Submitted: Saturday, May 24, 2008

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