Anvil Submission: The Inspectee

Poem

There she is down the line

Of men in their finest dress.

Looking to see they are fine

But compared to me are less.

I know she has done this many times

With many other men before me.

But I know to her my dress shines

My medals and bars shine out with glee.

Our time finally draws near

She is here for my inspection.

I know this means more to her

I see it in her eyes' reflection.

But with a mark of the pen and a tut tut

She moves on from me to the next man in the strut.