Chalk and Cheese

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What worth life without humour? What worth anything, for that matter? Oh and, yes, I include love and friendship.

What chance survival without a touch of humour?  Moreover, if you can't laugh at yourself, you're either unbearable or dead.

Now, today's poem has been requested by ‘Georges and Simon’ for Simon’s birthday today. It appears that the poem lends them a sense of déjà vu. Yes, well, it’s not only straight people who find out parties have consequences, some more than others. C'est la vie...

CHALK AND CHEESE

We met at a party and I recall thinking
how loudmouths should refrain from drinking;

as my turn came for a corny chat-up line, 

dissuading took a discreet knee in the groin;

at my home the next day, flowers arrived

that I ignored, Next, a phone call  with apologies,

asking for a date, the cheek of it!

We agreed to meet up for a meal, a fiasco

since we kept tripping over our tongues, finally 

resorting to silence, fat chance of a repeat

performance. Yet, try it again, we did, second time 

lucky, even enjoyed a picnic with champagne  

until it began pouring with rain, agreed it was best
we did not see each other again ...

Needless to say, our Here-and-Now is never boring;

I'm even learning to live with his snoring

Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2017

[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]