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