I’m irresistible to women,
men find me hard to ignore.
Animals go crazy for my allure,
inanimate objects fall at my feet.
I’ve never really understood why,
perhaps that’s part of the charm.
It could be my looks I suppose,
If you’re in to that sort of thing.
Maybe it’s the cut of my jib,
the way I carry my load.
It might be my sparkling wit,
although that’s an acquired taste.
My money could be an attraction,
to those turned on by the poor.
I’d like to think it’s my brain,
but I’m not actually that bright.
In reality I’m probably mistaken,
they’re not really looking my way.
Unless I catch my beholders eye,
after they’ve had more than a few.