The Things You Find

I wandered into my writing folder and found this. To preempt your questions, no I have no idea why I wrote this or what my point was. In any event you have to concede it is awesome.


Pardon me good sir,
I find your lady friend objectionable,
Might I recommend looking into acquiring another?
Please forgive my forwardness,
But might it be untoward to suggest I might accompany you from here on?
I have seen you[r] amorous glances,
And all of London is atwitter with gossip that we shall soon be engaged.
As for myself I confess I have done nothing to suppress these rumors.

You cut quite a handsome figure,
The heavens have conspired to match us.


Lets review the plot shall we?

So, from what I can gather a man passes another man in what sounds like Victorian England, London specifically, and sees his lady on the am of another man. I guess she is an "escort" if one wishes to put it delicately. After trashing his lady to the other man he takes her aside to have a private conversation about their plans for marriage. He either finishes or I simply stopped writing as he says that shes pretty hot (despite having indicated something to the contrary moments ago to the other guy) and heaven ordained that they should be together.

Apparently my protagonist doesn't realize that most women don't look favorably on their fiances publicly trashing them on the street.

Honestly I don't even know what this is. Is it poetry? I have never had any talent for writing poetry so perhaps it is.