Six Is Half Dozen

 

 

Ever heard about Hobson’s choice?

It is insane,

Meaning you have no choice at all,

Whatever you do it’s the same.

 

It’s like don’t speak or shut up

What kind of choice is that?

Whichever you do you’re in trouble

That should be an obvious fact.

 

Your best move is your worse

It doesn’t matter how you move,

Backwards or forward sideways or up

You’d be in the same groove.

 

 

Are you deaf or can't you hear?

It appears that I am both,

One half is no bigger than the other

Whether it is a biscuit or loaf.

 

Either he is not at home or he is out

So which is it? Can you tell?

Can’t we be more straightforward

Like either heaven or hell?

 

No doubt you are tracking me

Like I am tracking you

And when we find one another

No doubt we’ll be backing too.

 

 

Because six is half dozen

Or one dozen times a half,

Don’t argue against Mathematics

Or you’ll never get a pass.

 

She’s as slim as she is bony

Of course, she can’t be fat,

Slim and bony are in agreement

Too tight is never slack.

 

You can stay or not go

It matters not to me,

Whichever you do I’ll be pleased as punch

Pick either one and you’ll see.

 

What if I do not choose?

A choice I would still have made

To not go or simply to stay

Is to have a wheal or wale.

 

 

Blind in one eye, can’t see in the next

Sounds like blind to me,

If that or blindness were the choice,

Totally blind you’d be.

 

Glass half empty or glass half full

Which of the two you’d prefer?

Whether pessimist or optimist

The two will still concur.

 

If God had given such a choice:

In hell or not in heaven,

What would it matter to you or me?

We’d still not have been forgiven.

 

Hobson’s choice it has to be

And that’s not a choice at all,

Six is half dozen, can’t you see?

 Vinegar is bitter gall.

 

Stewart Russell © April 2020