My Simple Tastes Poem by Hannington Mumo

Men of mundane nature love to possess
Deluxe stuff such as cars and jets
But these I count not dear to my heart,
For they may plunge me into otiose debts.

Not golden rings nor silver bracelets
Interest my uncultured antediluvian soul,
A simple stone-age man I swear to remain,
Till the passing of years takes its final toll.

Give me not a Smartphone to pipe its fifes
Nor some Hublot chronograph to remind me
Of the hectic appointments with temporal men,
For I want to live simple and hassle-free.

Fine attire may be good for a queenly maid
But not for a fellow of antique tastes like me;
Jewels may be a bride's greatest priority
Yet those I have not a single second to pree.

Love should be a trouble-free affair to me:
One gorgeous girl to live with and to dearly love
Till the drawing of the long blissful night,
When our curtains draw from above.

Honors and fame like the humdrum men I cherish,
But something different from the mainstream kind;
I fancy renown for weird and wonderful tastes,
The type that does not fool or corrupt the mind.

You may wonder what on earth the poet wishes to own
For being so plain and unaffected by the world's lure
Well, he wants to be remembered for his simple tastes
And for his rhymes that praise the simple and pure.