The Jingle Jangle Man Poem by Paul Warren

Here comes the jingle jangle man
Who struts and swaggers he is his biggest fan
He doesn't want anyone to be
Better than he himself you do see

He schemes at things behind your back
Don't tell him your secrets or he will hack
Them making you look bad
In the end you'll feel sad

As he walks with hands in pockets
Jingle jangle hear the racket
Take heed of his noise then
Don't converse thinking he is a friend.

© Paul Warren Poetry