Personal Peculiarity Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I find that diamonds are like ice.
Cold, hard and colourless.
But only diamonds will suffice
when you are trying to impress.

I much prefer the warmer tones
Which can be found inherently
in other coloured precious stones.
A trait peculiar to me.

I am quite sure I’m not alone
associating falsity.
With this much overrated stone,
which I concede reluctantly.

Can be a good time girl’s best friend.
A price men are prepared to pay.
Something on which she can depend
when she is old and bent and gray.

Their glitter and their brilliance
are mere reflections of the light.
Suited to pomp and circumstance.
I choose to exercise my right.

I don’t like diamonds not at all
Perhaps I show my prejudice
although I have the wherewithal
I won’t buy them at any price.

7-Jan-08