Eton Mess

Judge me by my looks alone

And curse me to my very bones

For deep within you'll see a child

Committed young and running wild

You think I speak poetic tongue

You fool you cannot be more wrong

The childish shell is wrinkled sure

Your fleeting glance sees nothing more

And therein lies my best defence

To look the same as everyone else

My closest allies know me true

A closet child with eyes of blue

Who sees the world in such a mess

I daren't show joy I must confess

So take your selfies, drink your beer

And laugh behind my back I fear

The child within laughs louder yet

At you you fools I'll make a bet

This world is but an Eton Mess

And really I could care no less

For deep within this crumpled man

I hide away as best I can.