Epithet

Again, you're making those distorted claims
About which of us wrote that epithet:
You told them it was mine, but when we met
Last week you were reminding me that James
Contributed a few choice Russian names,
And you yourself — so, maybe you forget —
Suggested you weren't willing, on a bet,
To let things ride; they're going down in flames.

I know you added six or seven words
That punched up what we started. Now it mocks,
It sizzles, frazzles, sheds a tear, and shocks,
And something more was said about the birds,
The apple trees, the cows, the whey, the curds,
One spotted hog, and creeping under rocks.