I, like the mighty John Fall-staff, may fall, the butt of others’ laugh,
If I heed not the warning signs, and slip in traps, believe the lines
Yarned by slick liars, kind and not, that tie me in knots I’ve dumbly wrought
Myself; if I would puff and preen, I’ll skid and splat upon the green
In front of wiser fools in stocks, caught up in the snares of my own locks.
Like old Sir John, I’ll meet my doom
Hello! I wish you a happy and successful new week.
Many thanks, Marko, and I do hope your week is going beautifully too! Warm regards to you!
Puff and preen!
You know I have a knack for it! 😀