Some People They Sulk Poem by Francis Duggan

Some people they sulk if they don't get their way
If you do not agree with everything they say
Their three favourite people are me, myself and i
And they never change they just grow old and die,
In their children their own image they only see
They tell you that he or she looks so much like me
Tis true that self love is a very good thing
But leave it to others your praises to sing
Just to prove to the World of how marvellous they are
An extension of themselves is their very new car
Their material assets they like to display
Those who have big egos are always that way
And they don't spare a thought for the big World out there
For the poor souls who live in the pit of despair.