Judith Driscoll Bryan
The Battle Of Pompous Prigs - Poem by Judith Driscoll Bryan
A mere Mortal am I, not infallible as I seem.
I credit my endurance to my own self esteem.
The error igniting such grievous fuss
Was his mispronunciation of Co-per'-ni-cus'
I claim innocence, not folly, in my endeavor,
To amicably help him to appear more clever.
A knowledgeable, self-appointed tutor, I be.
An instigator of calamity? ....No, not me!
Contempt, apparent, as superciliously, he...
Pointed a jeweled finger, directly at me.
And said ''You daft pundit of inane Yakity-Yak.
I dare you to elaborate on what else I lack! ''
Being a true gentleman, I couldn't ignore
This palatable invite. So, I offered him more
Advice on how to improve his articulation
And rid himself of such Cerebral Constipation.
(To be cont'd..........)
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