Sir Windbag - Poem by Francis Duggan
The big bloke with the loud voice puffs on his fat cigar
As he tells us all of how great he is down at the local bar
He talks about his business success his beautiful young wife and young family
And his three most used words not hard to guess are I, Myself and Me.
He has been told by more than one that he is over the top
And that to his over emphasis on self they would like him to stop
But he does not listen to their advice he just waffles away
Narcissism is like an incurable disease some have been known to say.
He tells us all of how marvellous he is Sir Windbag his nickname
In his own mind at least he feels he has great wealth and fame
And though others of him quickly tire few wish to hear him brag
And some people have an apt nickname and his is Sir Windbag.
The big bloke with the loud voice boasts of his brand new car
And of his job promotion and house extension down at the local public bar
But of him people quickly tire they find him quite a bore
You hear some say no not again we've heard that one before.
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