La,la,la,la

A poem about an egotistical person

La,la,la,la,

in trifling ponderations,

don’t never I think,

I walk about the grove,

negligence of where I tramp,

I find myself bumping, shoving;

surely though, I never doubt it not be a fault of my own!

For I am me!

Sure, I’ll say I am not that important,

but aye, aye, aye,

if another should get in my way!

La,la,la,la,

should my horse turn a corner,

and the carriage be scraped,

the mistress of the other may scream and faint,

but they should have watched themselves,

had they not seen that I was prancing?

Let them blare there sirens!

Make useless noise!

Should I remove myself from your way?

Well, what about mine?

Nothing done, nothing said-

La,la,la,la,

it is never a fault of my own.

Tyrants! Scoundrels! 

Watch where you are going!

My, my tch, tch

everyone is rude!

Why art thou so?

La,la,la,la, La,la,la,la....

Oh! Dearly me!

Author's Note

I wrote this poem in thoughts of a friend of mine, though very nice, couldn't be wrong about anything, or take fault or blame, even when it was rather evident .......