I Do Not Wish To Meet Him

When he sing his own praises I pretend not to hear So good I don't meet him often just a couple of times a year I know about his top job and his expensive new car And he feel so proud to tell me of how great his buddies are I pretend to feel interested though I find him quite a bore Of how marvellous a man he is he has often told me before Of his beautiful and intelligent children and his lovely and talented wife The World revolves around him and his wonderful life I've yet to meet a perfect person not one I can recall And apart from him being a braggart he's not a bad bloke at all The angry word aggressive to him does not apply He is a gentle person he would not harm a fly Yet I do not wish to meet him he is a known windbag And I don't feel happy in the company of one who likes to brag.