UnPoetia:My First Address To The Common Man

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Good afternoon, take heed of my words

I trust you are all in good mirth this fine day

Don't worry; I wasn't threatened by your cat-calling at birds

A man of my goodwill can quite comprehend yon savagery.

Upon my first address to the common man I'm in good spirits

I've made extensive studies of your culture so's I don't feel out-of-place

And shall judge your most respectable class on only its merits.

For your information I've dealt with a fair few commoners before

I've lived on Primrose Hill—they say that used to be –ahem– underprivileged

From those experiences I can trust you don't hold me in detestation

I've been here half an hour now and can see that nothing has become pillaged

But there is one last note that I feel I must address:

Please don't shank me.