A builder’s grip
Trading advice
A drunken lip
Unbroken ice
A childish bloke
He’s five foot three
An Irish joke
He’s Me! Me! Me!
An open eye
Telling the tale
A felon spy
Always on sale
The golden ride
A target made
Empty inside
A debt unpaid
A found affair
The truth undressed
A Swiss au pair
Simply impressed
A sailor’s song
Sung out of tune
It’s all gone wrong
A burst balloon
A foreign mind
Alien fakes
Contract unsigned
Golden handshakes
Unsweetened words
The cruellest lies
Unrule of thirds
In silent sighs
An open mouth
An empty wit
He’s all gone south
A dribbled spit
The perished love
From pride or spite
When pushed to shove
Goodbye, goodnight!
Shared with Poets and Storytellers United – small
Loosely based on my old co-worker who suffered somewhat from this syndrome. It was always amusing to watch and he wasn’t as bad as the words above make out. This write was originally inspired by two misheard lines in the Jesus Lizard song ‘Monkey Trick’, which I turned into ‘a childish bloke, an Irish joke’ and so I maintained the 4-syllable lines throughout.

A vivid portrait!
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Thank you 🙏
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Your colorful portrayal reminds me of big showy egos that internally feel very small.
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It seems we all know someone! 🙏
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❤️
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Cheers Paul 🙏
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Very welcome Shaun 🙂
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wow so many layers and I love the rythm
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Thank you 🙏
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A wonderful observation and sum up of character – jae
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Thanks Jae 🙏
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An interesting format, the 4-syllable lines. Makes for a delightful read.
“a childish bloke” best describe this syndrome, I think.
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Thank you. 🙏
Just 4 syllables is tough to try and form a complete thought.
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Love the story, embellished or not, also love the rhythm. Well done!
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Thanks Helen 🙏
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Nicely done! I can see him.
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Haha – sorry about that!
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