The narcissist

First of all, apologies for lack of new stuff - have been a bit off colour over Xmas and New Year.

OK, I am, I admit, the world's worst poet (I am worse than the Vogons ;-) )

Anyway, I just wrote this as a desperate attempt to get something down where the verses rhyme at the end. Next stage will be to try my hand at some of that alliteration malarkey but small steps people, small steps. A215 is certainly throwing up challenges with the poetry module!
Hope you enjoy and that it make some kind of sense :)

The narcissist
'I love you, I love you' the sycophant said,
'For you are the one was truly bred',
'To ensure we are all most wisely led'.
He spread wide praise upon the bed,
Then he and the ego were lovingly wed.

'You're wonderful, such a marvellous man',
Said the sycophant, deftly enacting his plan,
(What a servile self-serving sycophan').
'I know, I know, you're my number two fan',
The narcissist said... completely deadpan.

They would sit, and they'd talk, all about Him,
(It got worse, of course, when they'd been at the gin)
And the sycophant's nerve, it grew within,
Until it ached like the narcissist's ear-to-ear grin,
And challenged a small point of contention.

The narcissist started feeling less good,
This marriage once had provided his food,
Then one day, in a very daring mood,
The sycophant faltered and booed,
That's when the narcissist kicked and drew blood.

Now a new sycophant for him to procure,
Who would not (who could not?) resist the allure,
Of one so worldly, so wickedly pure.
A small price to pay, his fawning succours,
The narcissist felt right, able, and sure,

But the hydra, it's heads as we know they are many.
Sycophants? Well they come two-a-penny,
Their luck? Truth be told, they've not any,
And if they say something even slightly contrary,
Master always deems them unnarcissary.

'Lickspittle, come worship what's in my head,'
'Not anymore,' the new sycophant said.
First he simpered, and then he begged, oh he begged,
But too late, for him t'was off with his head,
Another sycophant lies useless, rotting, and dead.

This beast it grows and it grows and it grows,
Casting nets in ever-shallow hallows,
Picking morsels from whatever follows,
Both parties eventually to exchange blows,
As curtains close merciless on lines of death rows.

So, this tale, it then please be a warning,
Shelter yourself, under your own awning,
The sycophant we know is fairly disarming,
The narcissist far much more than alarming,
So, accept not, nor give, thee any form of fawning.