Honk

Honk

At the risk of seeming too bold

He preened and stomped uncontrolled

If you don’t honk your own horn

He stated somewhat forlorn

It’s up to me to make it my best

Puffing out his colourful breast

I must stand out from all the rest

Hoping that he could impress

The ladyfriend he had his eye on

Sometimes it was quite a marathon

But if he won the prize

A glow flickered in his eyes

She’s the one that stood out

In his mind there was no doubt

Indeed he’d blow his own horn

From now until the early morn

 

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