affection

Gummed up and becoming increasingly predictable

on the pick of my womenfolk, the values I express,

the dress I choose to wear, and the way I think -

I'll drink to the opportunities to move on.

In bonding myself to an establishment circle of friends,

I send out the wrong brand of signal

to the big world outside; I'm inclined to hide

behind the protective skirt of my elitist clan.

I should plan to woo a new type of girlfriend -

no earls in her ancestry, and never to have trod the floor

of a boring debutantes' ball - a tall order

for the poor scion of an aristocratic family!

I'm like the rooster who would fly the coop,

and needs to mingle with a wider group.