Acid Test

His rage and fury knew no bounds
as he shouted at everyone around
What for he was shouting? none knew not.
He was shouting with all his might at the lot.

The enrage and indignation had no meaning
They were an outcome of his demanding
Always making mole hill out of mountains.
Babbling throughout like an old fountain.

The people around were equally furious
Kept sober to keep peace was seen obvious
Controlling their emotions they moved away.
Telling him finally to mind his tongue all the way.

Now left alone he fumed and fretted
He was not accepted in circles much feted.
But was posted at a distance with a detest
Thus he lost his name in an acid test.