Bread is Buttered

I wanted something carnal but you went and raised the tone
Decided we should wait a little while
And all my urges now suppressed beneath your weighty tome
Engagement rules are very much your style
The kiss me quick and see you later tell me what's your name
Is not what you would really like to do
I pop my cork for cheap and cheerful plonker is my game
But you are used to grander types of cru
So how's your father oh of course to you he his pa-pa
And you're the darling apple of his eye
But I know where me bread is buttered not so la de dah
Your upper crust's not on my humble pie
So princess, time has come for me to do one out of here
I thank you for the kiss upon me cheek
But I am more a charmer than a princely lord or peer
This cinderfella's not the man you seek
The rich girl with her grace and favour poor man's out the door
And all is fair in wars of love and class
The passion that I offered left you wanting so much more
Your golden boy was just a load of brass

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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