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
You must know one of their ilk fairly well otherwise you would not have been able to capture him as you do here.
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Oh dear - will there be many more evenings with such a one?
ReplyDeleteHa - I loved "Every braggart will be found an ass."
ReplyDeleteIt 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 :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, 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!
ReplyDeleteTop write. Love it!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, we have all met him, and they always know it all.
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ReplyDelete"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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