The man who does love the sound of his own voice
After a few drinks in the pub always talking loud
His is the loudesst voice among the noisy crowd
Of his latest achievements in public he brag
Just like his ageing father another windbag
But so many like him in every town
To be good at boasting their one claim to renown
Breeding begets breeding as the wise one does say
His dad in his mid fifties into self promotion in a big way
Like father like son is how it seems to be
The boasting gene it is in the family
By the high volume of his voice it is obviously clear
Of how great a man he is he wants all to hear.
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