The way you walk in those
country brown brogues
Your posh tone of voice
when you’re in chatty mode
The jodhpurs, riding hat,
horse whip and such
All well and good, but that
don’t impress me very much

You try so hard
to win everyone over
A sultry look that says
“get down Rover”
You like slim men, large,
wimpy or butch
But try as you may,
it don’t impress me very much

I’m also a very bad liar you see
I feel really sick
and I can’t eat my tea
I love you to bits
and long for your touch
But when all’s said and done
That won’t impress you very much
The Urban Poet 2020