An Act

I'm managing, but only barely. Tact
Is not my strong suit, but I'm trying hard.
I said Giraffe; you said Camelopard,
And everybody thought it was an act.
The light was slowly starting to refract
After the longest night. I was on guard
Against the elements; you were a card.
I challenged you, and you were inexact.

Does that make me the poet? Or were you?
Since neither of us was an engineer,
And both of us heard music in the beer,
And neither of us said a word that's true,
I think we'll call it even. That's my cue
To walk away from you. Don't stand so near.