Posted by: David Harley | April 5, 2013


She was amused by his patter,
attracted by his smile
fascinated by his collection of erotic bottle tops
impressed by his skill on the baritone ukulele
intrigued by his views
on the decline of the Korean shoe-horn industry

but what finally won her over
was the sheer animal magnetism
of his aftershave.

she was irrevocably overcome with revulsion
at the final moment of consummation
at the unfashionable cut
of his Y-fronts
and left with her virtue intact.

Brut force
is no substitute
for savoir-faire.

Published in Chaff 2, 1985. Copyright David Harley, 1985. At one time I used to wave an A4-sized  Brut aftershave illustration at the end of the poem. Also published in Suite in Four Flats (and a Maisonette), 1985.


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