Grandfather’s Confession

Humility is a crutch
From which I don’t suffer much.
I think others feel more pain
When I am so humbly vain.

I rap people on the shins
As my confession begins.
How will I feel my frisson
If there are none to listen?

Frisson is a thrill of fear --
In case you didn’t know, my dear.
It is not humble to brag --
It just fell out of my bag.

In my virtue I take pride --
Honest men have naught to hide.
But I’m ready to concede,
It’s not the top of my creed.

None more misled than am I
With how truth may pass me by.
The tale is so much more fun
Than what was actually done.

So if you do not believe
All the stories that I weave,
Well. that will still be alright.
You just go to sleep tonight.