three word wednesday
there could be never enough
adulation
he was an authentic narcissus
with a phobia about missing out
on those few minnows which had
escaped the net cast wide
the crowd was
blinded by the dazzling sun which shone
from his dark nether regions
and as he enlisted the help of followers
to blow his horn
a blast could be heard all over the land
which would knock purple out of a rainbow
rendition of the rainbow minus the purple
Knocking purple out of the rainbow..that good..i think he may raise my hackles.. ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL...
DeleteI love the last line knocking purple out of the rainbow.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sheilagh!
DeleteSounds like an old fart to me. :D Wonderful look at narcissism.
ReplyDeleteYou could say that Alice:)
DeleteAh, "The Fawning Minnows", how I loved their work in the early years.
ReplyDeleteI auditioned for lead singer in that group. I didn't get the job because I didn't fawn satisfactorily:)
DeleteNothing to do with fawnication, one assumes.
DeleteYou assumed correctly...no casting couch antics for this little black duck!
DeleteHe had probably the karizma, but nobody too close...
ReplyDeleteSomeone with an ego of that proportion has no room for anyone else!
DeleteWow! That must have been some blast!
ReplyDeleteTis called blowing your own trumpet:)
DeletePerhaps it wasn't a trumpet. Was there a rainbow?
DeleteYes I believe there was now that you mention it....Way up high it was:)
ReplyDeleteKnock purple out of the rainbow! Love dis line :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat last line, but you really captured the whole "look at me" generation there ... good poem.
ReplyDeleteWe'll call you. Next act please!!
ReplyDeleteSurprised..I though you would like this rendition!
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