He’s seen daily fashioned in a Tailored Herringbone Suit,
School Tie Windsor-Knotted,
And a polished ‘Chelsea Boot’.
With all ‘Hello’ Thank you’, ‘How terribly Kind’,
And a Toast to the Monarch when he serves up the Wine.
He prefers to see Cricket than kicking a Ball,
Willow on leather and the Umpire’s call.
To rise for the Anthem before every game,
And today’s Popular Music all sounds just the same.
With the Renaissance Old Masters all grandeur does lie,
This most Modern of Art is an ‘Affront to the eye’.
For the ‘Sistine Madonna’ lights the clouds like the Sun,
As those bored dear ‘Putti’ see the Style yet to come.
He’ll have no lady stand, in ‘Want’ of a dance,
Chocolates and Roses to seal the Romance.
And off to the ‘Pictures’ for a film with Hugh Grant,
No ‘Goodfellas’ tale and a Profanity Rant.
‘Grace before Meals and to use the right spoon,
‘Oh would you excuse me’ when leaving the room.
He’ll pass the Port Left and never the Right
Hayes ‘Yellow Eyed God’ is the poem to recite.
When the Sabbath swings by, a visit he’ll pay,
For the Spirituality of all we do gather to pray.
Tip his Hat to the ‘Spinsters’ Who venerate there,
With a talk of Remembrance that they mutually share.
I suppose he’s Old Fashioned, a Tad out of date,
It’s often been said, he was born Centuries late.
But this is the man, all standards laid bare,
A regular old Gent with ‘Brilliantine’ Hair.
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Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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A quintessential gentleman that could be seen as out of place in today's milieu but definitely reminiscent of a 'better day' 🙏🏻🕊️👍
Quite true. Thank you for taking the time for Reading.
You are most welcome 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊️
Ah...a portrait of a gentleman who seems to, at this point, belong to a bygone era. In fact, I am not sure if it is that the gentleman is gone...or the era is gone...or both. I am supposing both, but there are always exceptions to the rule in terms of there being gentlemen; as for eras...well they they tend to be be very cyclical. I mean, who ever thought the 80s and cassette tapes would be things again? 🤣 Kevin, this poem’s gentle humor and nostalgia invites one (or at least it invited me) to reflect on the value of tradition in a rapidly and, sometimes, thoughtlessly changing world. Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
Thank you for Reading, and your generous comments.
Lovely, Kevin. You paint the picture so well. A fine write. It reminded me of the Kinks, the way they used to hark back to a bygone era.
Now you mention it , yes it is a bit Kinks. Thanks.
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