Handsomer men of better height wonder
Where the secret of my irresistible charm lies;
They do not believe it when I enter the pub
And push all the dazzling girls to their highs.
It’s the confidence of my mien,
The ease of my calculated walk,
The warmth of my natural smile
And the magic of my honeyed talk.
But they still will not believe
Why proud girls before me have no say,
Why they sip their pretty bottles
With one rolling eye cast my way.
I tell them it’s because I look so caring,
It’s because I don’t force my egotistic way,
It’s because I listen to their every word
And because I read their moods every day.
Most well-muscled chaps still will not accept
That it’s these simple things that so easily win
The tricky hearts of elegant women out there,
And think there must be some spell beneath my skin.
I tell them it’s the reassuring certainty of my presence,
The impenetrability of my grand and unassailable faith,
The feeling of all-ability I inspire with my composure
That tells girls I can cure their disturbing wraith.
I’m a unique man of his own peculiar taste,
Not the type that transfixes women right on their soles;
They see all my weaknesses the first minute we meet
And for the rest of the time they give me all their souls.
I love this superb write with your charms beautifully penned, original and with a great swagger! !
Nice work. With the muse of what is seen in the world around us today. E.K.L.
What superb write! You're no tinkerer you say you are. Kudos.
I hope I've learned some of your tricks and methods through reading your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
men oh men! Awesome piece!