The humor of panache

Oh,dear,I’ve got panache again.

I suffer to please ancient men.

I dress in red gowns

Intermingled with brown.

Flamboyant and   in fashion, I am.

It may be genetic,of course.

So I refuse to feel any remorse.

The world is so sad

We may all go mad.

And that would be very much worse.

Panache is not wrong,anyway.

Self confidence is good,so they say.

Wear a cap with a feather

And a coat of real leather.

I’ll sell you all mine on E bay.