Shine
He was so very polished,
Each of his words was shiny,
If you believed his speeches,
He was so very polished,
Each of his words was shiny,
If you believed his speeches,
You wouldn't think him whiney.
But then if you were counting,
Each reference to his ego,
Each reference to his ego,
You might run out of fingers,
And toes, before you know it.
As slippery as if simonized,
Cool as a green cucumber,
Cool as a green cucumber,
And yet so many people,
Finally got his number.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2016
Finally got his number.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2016
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