Fool - Poem by Sara Stowell
The fool is a clown who is lacking good sense.
He finds entertainment at others expense.
He’s obnoxious and loud,
screaming over the crowd,
trying hard to become an offense.
He does all he can to cause a reaction.
If he can’t fit in, he’ll be a distraction.
He’ll go out of his way
To put on a display.
That’s how he gets his satisfaction.
His attacks are just fuel for his vanity.
He’ll insult and rail you with profanity.
He will mock and deride
For the sake of his pride,
And force upon you, his insanity.
He will try to lead you into his snare.
In the hope of catching you unaware.
He’ll goad you for a fight,
And he will not be polite.
If you answer you’d better beware.
A fool is a clown who is lacking respect.
It is your reaction he wants to affect.
‘Tis attention he seeks,
Whenever he speaks.
It’s a game you should try to reject.
If he crosses your path, then take my advise.
Before you respond, you’d better think twice.
If you enter his duel,
You will too, be a fool,
Whilst the wise will consider the price.
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