Poem for Gert and Bert
It may be that I seemed unduly curt,
But almost all of my damp soul was hurting,
And the way you stood there grinning, blurting
"King of kings!" and "Bird thou never wert!"
Romantic? No, I thought you merely pert,
Without a conscience, carelessly asserting
Your superiority, diverting
Our attention — I had been inert.
I told you I thought you were being flirty;
Swinging round your body was a skirt
That flared. I said, "I'm living in a yurt,"
And you declared that I was being shirty,
Using tactics that were mean and dirty.
Maybe so. We both became alert.
But almost all of my damp soul was hurting,
And the way you stood there grinning, blurting
"King of kings!" and "Bird thou never wert!"
Romantic? No, I thought you merely pert,
Without a conscience, carelessly asserting
Your superiority, diverting
Our attention — I had been inert.
I told you I thought you were being flirty;
Swinging round your body was a skirt
That flared. I said, "I'm living in a yurt,"
And you declared that I was being shirty,
Using tactics that were mean and dirty.
Maybe so. We both became alert.
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