Your opinion
Oh my goodness, you’ve lovely feet
And peacock-like, I began to preen
Rarrck, yes I know, they’re cute and clean
I’m loving your opinion.
But then my boss, a thug, TRex
Growled my graft missed her expects
“You’re slack, outspoken, show no respect”
Unpalatable, your opinion
Folks can think just what they like
And usually you won’t invite
Their thoughts and words as they criticise
And vomit their opinions.
Know to yourself, words present no harm
No ego damage, no cause for alarm
Smile and accept with charm
Unsolicited opinion
And as they decree, both good and bad
Don’t be too happy or get too sad
They don’t speak true, their thoughts aren’t facts
It’s only their opinion