Hark and listen to this tale of old,
Of an oafish man, quite otiose,
Who’d believe any story he was told,
And act in a manner bellicose.
Belligerently he’d wander around
Spouting words of nonsense, some would cheer
Picking fights wherever honest men were found,
His arrogance defying belief, year on year.
But wait! Don’t look back with wistful eyes,
It was in the past, a book upon the shelf.
Appears again, this otiose man who belief defies,
For history is always repeating itself.
Copyright@ Kristian Fogarty
This poem was written for Chelsea Owens Terrible Poetry Contest:
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