He brags about his knowledge,

Scorns those with but little;

He thinks he is beyond compare,

And oft disposed to whittle

The contents of another work

Or words he shouldn’t belittle.

He never stops to praise himself,

Reluctant to concede

To those he thinks he always must

Condemn and supersede,

Confident he’s qualified;

Always fit to lead.

He contradicts an open truth,

Even as a fact,

Well-prepared to blow his horn

On purpose to detract

From logic and sound reasoning,

With neither taste nor tact,

Until one day he blew his horn

That sounded flat and hollow,

While in his usual arrogance,

Began to quickly wallow;

He rambled so unreasonably,

Nobody could follow.

And suddenly his retinue

Of arrogance dispersed,

Fell short of their assembly,

Failed to quench their thirst

For superseding others;

The bubbles quickly burst.

His bravado and blustering

He couldn’t sustain this time,

For the value of his “dollar”

Dropped down to but a “dime.”

Now you know the purpose

Of this poetic rhyme.