A Gentleman's Question - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I have a gentleman's question
I have questions - lots, how did it go,
I'd inform you, but I only had,
Have these very few moments which to sow.
Okay, then dear chap, dear man
Make it swift then, write me a poem,
If only I had time, I'd give you
My words opening, prelude in rhyme.
Don't tease us, sir, with mystical silence
That just will not do, conform
Confess we want precise details
And the measure of her underclothing dress.
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