Gaffer Tape
I told them you were clever,
The leader of the group:
Despite my best endeavour,
You were the nincompoop –
The halfwit of the tribe of Hunts,
The dolt, the dotard and the dunce.
I told them you were cunning,
A star with extra shimmer.
They thought of you as stunning:
No Toc H lamp was dimmer –
Of all the many Jeremies,
The brain most like a processed cheese.
I said you were a wizard,
An ace, a virtuoso:
But you, a lounging lizard,
Were hardly even so-so:
You thoughts are drizzle. They congeal.
You a dolt, an imbecile.
