He Said, She Said

He Said, She Said



We were at a party just the other day,
mostly married couples, I would have to say,
and so the talk was driven by the ladies.

Not subjects that husbands could talk about
like sports or fly-fishing or even the drought
but stories from our lives. It was pure Hades!

I cleared my throat quite absent mindedly,
causing everyone to turn and look at me
because I was the first man to make a noise.

Now you'd think, by now, I would have learned
to stand there quietly and nod in turn,
and smile politely like all the other boys.

No... I recounted the tale of our first date
and how it must have been the hand of fate
that brought us to this state of married bliss.

It was a fancy dinner as I recall.
No, it was a movie at the Mall,
she whispered in my ear with a warning hiss.

I remember things went well that night.
We argued and we had a fight.
You didn't even get a goodnight kiss!

Well, I said Black and she said White
and she was always quite polite
as she filled in the minor details that I missed.

Like when and where and why and how
that led us to the here and now,
I wove them in as though they were a twist.

Well, I told my tale quite happily
and she kept on correcting me
making all my memories dismembered.

But all in all, I did quite well
I kept the audience under my spell.
Luckily, it all happened as I remembered.

Notes

My April entry for "PDG Poetry Workshop"  [13+]
Prompt: Open
Form: Open Rhyme aab/ccb/dde/ffe...

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Ken