Who
knows himself a braggart,
let him fear this,
for it will come to pass
that
every braggart shall be found an ass.
William
Shakespeare
The
Braggart
His name was Lewis, was in a Big Business,
son of a freemason, he was L O U D.
I found him lewd, one to avoid,
the oily type of Tory, plump and puce of face,
everything about him was whizzbang, pop,
over-stuffed, high on emotion, like in the song.
A true braggart, he indulged in boastful talk
spoke in iambian speak so everything was ee-an
as in Ital
-eean, Christ – eean, Boston – eean,
Had been to Cambridge and to crown it, you’ve
guessed it,
he was an old Eton – eean, chauvinistic to a fault.
He didn’t walk, he lolloped,
in such an ungainly manner,
a cliche from a bad novel
the part in a play no man would covet.
I thought my sister’s marbles must be missing
but did my best to be polite and pleasing.
The hours passed but not fast enough;
I wanted the evening to shrink.
I wanted to shrink.
My favourite Irish proverb
things
are never as they seem
was for once proved wrong.
Cait O’Connor
10 comments:
You must know one of their ilk fairly well otherwise you would not have been able to capture him as you do here.
Grinning.
xo
Oh dear - will there be many more evenings with such a one?
Ha - I loved "Every braggart will be found an ass."
It sounds like quite an intolerable evening with Lewis!
No Friko, Lewis is just a figment of my imagination and my dear sister would never have been attracted to him :-)
Yes, they always are in big business and want everyone to know it - always wish the wives/partners would say "Oh for God's sake shut up" but they never do!
Top write. Love it!
Oh dear, we have all met him, and they always know it all.
:-D
"he did not walk, he lolloped"--my favorite line. Wonderful write, Cait. Thank you.
Well captured, even though he's made up. Feel relieved for you sister.
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