This was written as a reaction to the whole ‘swag’ and ‘banter’ thing.
With bountiful swag and a wealth of good banter
I set the girls’ hearts at a trot and a canter
I cannot be blamed for this weakening of knees
In all that I do here, I just aim to please
With a swish of my curls and a wink of my eye
And a chortlesome laugh, I can make them all cry
The women around me, they burn with desire
My strut and my good looks have set them on fire
I look not for lovers but many I find
A flash of my smile and they’re all rendered blind
I cannot control it, so ladies beware
This swag is a curse I reluctantly bear.