The Toady

Beware the dulcet slithering sort
whose sneaky speak will praise contort
in camouflage this twatterbox
will oily prise your inner locks

Each turn of phrase and uttering
your eardrums slyly buttering
with velvet air this couch compose
will gloop and gunk your mild repose

Think twice, when they, your shell intrude
their flawed unseemly chat denude
stand firm resist such flattering

as nothing more that twattering