There is a man, let’s call him Mr. P
He often repeats, ‘We are a family’
But when it matters
He always dithers
It’s just an act, the fellow is sadly, quite wily.

There is an old man who thinks he is wise
In reality he is just a chameleon in disguise
He has a chip on his shoulder
And an ego as big as a boulder
He sows hatred, and within with envy cries.

There is a man who fancies himself gentlemanly
But his true nature like volcano, erupts frequently
His anger makes him mad
And he looks pretty bad
When spit flies and eyes flash consequently

There is a boy who has a mean temper
At others he shouts, “You are rude! Don’t talk louder!”
His voice is deafeningly loud
You can hear it on any cloud
He thinks others are too dumb to notice he has issues with anger.

Miss S looks down her pretty nose
At those she hates, but not at those to her close
She has lots of airs
No accompanying grace
Her true nature you’ll see the day her veil slips and falls.

There’s a woman who is really p(r)etty
She calls everyone slightly older, ‘aunty’
She’s first to read my updates
Wonder how in life that translates
For when I pass by, she looks down at her phone steadfastly

The shoes blocked the way, scattered hither and thither
That apparently should not really to passersby matter
But a photo did
Make things acrid
A deleted ‘thumbs up’ has now become the latest fodder!

There’s a man who has a wile mouth
His speech always went steadily south
He needs carbolic soap
To wash his mouth of dope
Perhaps then we can relax and enjoy the welcome drought.

There was a woman, a queen of drama
She held her head and cried, ‘Oh no, oh mamma!’
‘Not for me this pressure
I’d rather be boiled in a cooker’
Then she sat down meekly savouring power like manna.

©️ Shail Mohan