The English gent

An English gent, if you can find a real oneIs the sort of chap that’s never agitatedHe will stand his ground amid the fiercest battleResolute, until the fighting has abatedAn English gent is never, ever flusteredBut there’s one thing that always makes him wildHis spotted dick must only come with custardThe kind he had when he was still a childThe English gent will rally when the call comesWill die just to defend the greater goodMarch off to the beating of the war drumsJust as long as you serve custard with his pud

— shazbat, Nov 15, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

Critiques

Seren

16 years 6 months ago

Dear John

I am lucky enough to know a few English Gents lol and they are not all as you describe ... but they are mostly good blokes as we call them here ... btw pass the Custard please lol pudding and custard yummmmmmo lol Love and hugs Jayne x x x

shazbat

16 years 6 months ago

I was thinking more of the

I was thinking more of the Kiplingesque English gent who would put up with almost any hardship when abroad, but woe betide anyone who cooked food that was not up to scratch when back in Blighty. Think I'll go make myself some treacle pud and custard yum yum :) John

Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

You’re a better man

You're a better man (English or not) than I Gunga John, but that's only because I am a woman. :-) p.s. You also are a master of effortless rhyme. Did your mom eat a lot of thyme? "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

shazbat

16 years 6 months ago

Not better, just differentI

Not better, just different I can't help it, I like Kipling (My favourite is "Tommy") By the stream that passes, rippling I will sit and muse upon his varied rhymes As I sits and reads 'is book It will 'elp me take a look At the soldiers life, gone by, in olden times John You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Though I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!