I sought a lady of wisdom and grace,
Who knew the ways of our Society.
A young lady rushed towards me quite apace
She stopped and courtsied. Her arms engulfed me.
"I know who you are", she purred "hold me tight".
I was ready to write my love on a page.
Her next words spoken though caused me such fright,
I hung my head, sadly, and felt my age.
The question posed, which has caused this shame?
She asked - "So Like, is Viscount your "first" name?".