Listen well, for this tale I tell is neither legend nor is it lore,
Its moral rings out true today, as it did in days of yore.
The creature that I’ll speak of lurks about and gives opinions,
And no one’s spared its acid tongue from Bombay to Asuncion.
You’ll see them rule the runways in Spring, and in the Fall,
When the truth is that, like you and me, they’re shopping at the mall.
And with one meal, they’ve decided without any hesitation,
If your restaurant will ever get another reservation.
At launches and at premieres, they’ll arrive to express their view,
Will it be a curtain call, or just curtains, for you?
The truth is that most of this breed can’t act, or cook, or sew,
It seem what they really do best is ‘being in the know’.
If having an opinion is their one and only shtick,
Tell me, pray, what is the point of the average critic?
In response to the Daily Prompt Expert