Mates (Poetry)

I couldn’t love the playboy
Gucci was his middle name
designer this, designer that —
his watch, his car, his plane ...

The artist was endearing
but for the smell of paint
it changed my whole perception
attic living not so quaint

Then a jeweller — kind of classy
pretty trinkets have their perks
but while diamonds are forever
few believe their magic works

An accountant scored quite highly
and his budget wasn’t bad
but adding up the pros and cons
not the most fun that I’ve had

One brief spell with a policemen
a fair cop the beat turned foul
night duty put the damper on
and love threw in the towel

A carpenter, a biker
and an older married man
a dinner date or down the pub
a girl takes what she can

A trainee chef, a student
a banker and a clerk
chaps (like cats) when day is done
they’re all grey in the dark

And others — two-a-penny
flights of fancy nothing more
so what brought us together
looking back I can’t be sure

I won’t say you’re Mister Perfect
there’s no pigeonhole for you
we just rub along so nicely
that I guess you’ll have to do