How Odd That You Poem by David McLansky

How odd that you
Should turn so jealous
So possessive
And so zealous
While I a pauper
In your bounty
Do anxious look
About the county;
I see the smile
On young men's faces
When you enter
Social places
The embodiment
Of all Three Graces
That lingering smile
That me displaces;
I walk with Beauty
On my arm
Who dispenses wit
And social charm,
All greet you with
Such levity,
And revel in
Your creativity;
It's as if a Queen
Chose as her escort
Her lowest subject
From her cohort;
Her royal hand
Upon his arm
Who walks unsteady
With alarm;
Surely Nature's
Not so perverse
That our stations
Are reversed;
It's I who should
Be the jealous one,
Where e'er you walk
Your carriage stuns.