Full of Hot Air…

So full of it,

He can hardly breath without a subsequent burst,

So full of it,

He would if he died never fit in a hearse,

So full of it,

He got the last of what God had; yes the worst…

He does resemble a hot air balloon,

With all that hot air he could float up to the moon,

His breath alone could make anyone swoon,

More than a balloon he is an everyday regular buffoon…

To ignore him is to incur his wrath,

He needs two tubs just to take one bath,

If he did stand in the middle of your path,

You would have to go in the opposite direction,

Better from him you would need proper protection…

He does of all dislike,

You may want to, but don’t bother to him strike,

For in reality he is just an overgrown tyke, 

Better to leave him be, and give him to play a three-wheeled trike…

          © ed ~ 9/19/05