You seem to be a casual type;
I confess to being formal.
You jump right in with my first name.
I think introductions are normal.
"No shoes, no shirt, no service"
Is a sign that to you applies.
You stumble to the table
Your tousled hair in your eyes.
You ridicule my stiff reserve.
I'm appalled at your uncouth taste.
How can a person of your girth
Expose an unattired waist?
I won't asperse your character.
It may be scrupulous and fine,
Just like the grace and beauty
Of a muddy, slop swilling swine.