The Valiant Tailor

The Valiant Tailor

A Poem by Bob B

The valiant tailor claimed to be valiant,

But he was mainly a phony, a fake.

Killing seven flies with one blow

Does NOT a super hero make.

 

But, oh, he thought a lot of himself.

Let's just say he was full of hot air.

His ego grew to such an extent,

He wanted his fame to spread everywhere.

 

Street smart he was--clever and wily.

He quickly learned how to con the crowd.

Winning by playing deceptive games

Made him feel accomplished and proud.

 

Subduing giants was not a problem

Since he had numerous tricks up his sleeve,

Like pitting them against one another.

His motto should have been, "Deceive!"

 

Inciting discord was part of his plan.

To make his point he also would tap

Into confusion around him, hoping

That his opponents would land in his trap.

 

The people never witnessed first hand

The valiant tailor's heroic acts.

All they had to go on was his

Side of the story--his made-up facts.

 

Through guile he won the princess's hand

And half of a kingdom. Becoming a king,

He rose to the highest level of

Incompetence. That was his thing.

 

Although the Brothers Grimm recorded

The story many years ago,

Doesn't the tailor seem familiar?

He sounds like somebody else we know.

 

-by Bob B (5-4-20)

© 2020 Bob B


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Added on May 4, 2020
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