People tell me I look like one
Whatever that means
I hope it alludes to my
Caring, empathetic nature
My tolerance of others’
Less savoury habits
Being an all-round good egg
Always on time and
Well-equipped
With clean cuticles
Kind eyes
And a sympathetic ear
I have my doubts
Hospital corners and bedpans aside
I worry all you see
Is a short skirt
A clipboard
And a pair of sensible shoes
You have to fill in the blanks
Imagine the stockings
Far better to think on
Than the reality of my
Boring old socks…
While I am not one
To knock a good fetish
It is strange how
Blood pressure rises
When you see me
Snap on some marigolds
Ready to get down to business
Doing the washing up
Dressed in blue
Katherine Shirley 
I always see you as Guinevere. Granted, while we know her to have lived in Caerleon, South Wales, she actually was from France. Why, your most recent poem here was written in French.
Great poem here. You could take both sides of a discussion, and win both, hands down, Katherine.
You flatter me, good sir!