A Gentleman's Question Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have a gentleman's question
I have questions - lots, how did it go,
I'd inform you, but I only had,
Have these very few moments in which to sow.

Okay, then dear chap, dear man
Make-it-swift then, writes me a poem,
If only I-had-time, I'd give you
My words opening, prelude in rhyme.

Don't tease us, sir, with mystical silence
That just will-not-do, conform
Confess we want precise details
And the measure of her underclothing dress.