Pompous Percy, short and proud;
Head uplifted in a cloud.
     Haughty face and stubbly chin.
     Bald on top with reddish skin.

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With beady eyes and roman nose,
He thinks: 'I’m better than all those!'
     With bloated ego, sullen face,
      He'll firmly keep you in your place.

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You’ll never get the last word in. 
He’ll never ever let you win!
     Rudeness is his stock in trade.
     His aim’s to make us all afraid.

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With paunchy stomach, specs on nose,
His self-importance really shows.
     His strutting gait, the way he speaks –
     Outward show is what he seeks.

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Pretentious people: Take good care
When outward show of pride you wear.
     Perhaps you may now wear a crown
     But many a man has been brought down.

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When people see your ostentation
This will cause them much frustration.
     With stealth they’ll cut you down in size
     And bask in bliss at your demise.

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