At It Again

 

 

A few days shy of Christmas

And they were at again,

Moron and Simpleton,

Such a joyous strain!

 

 

You won’t find a couple

Quite like these two

That get along so well together

With opposing views.

 

They only see eye-to-eye

When they agree to disagree

And even then, it is a fact,

They do so disagreeably.

 

The catalyst for this quarrel

Was the Christmas tree,

She wanted on the outside

And he disagreed.

 

Something about respiration

As it related to plants,

It would use up the oxygen

Is what she advanced.

 

 

Moron had a big laugh

And said the tree was dead,

Whereupon Simpleton said to Moron

Well bury it instead.

 

Moron tried to explain

He didn’t mean it that way

But that it was a dried-up trunk

With branches that sway.

 

All the more reason she said

It should be in the rain,

That way it will regurgitate

And come to life again.

 

What is that you said?

Can I hear that word again?

Moron was truly exasperated

But Simpleton refrained.

 

It should be inside, he said

And out of the rain

So that we can look at its lights

Again and again.

 

Plus, Moron continued,

It’s an indoor Christmas tree,

It is to be kept on the inside

For those inside to see.

 

 

I don’t care what you say

I want it on the outside

And that is where it is going

Or woe betide!

 

Well we would see,

Cause I am the man in here,

Yes, Simpleton quickly interjected

But not out there.

 

To and fro the quarrel went

With neither yielding an inch,

Both finding new points to bring

But neither would flinch.

 

 

They stood their ground

Did Moron and Simpleton

And with that Christmas came

And nothing was done.

 

 

It was their only decoration

And it was always on the inside

But that year for some reason

She wanted it outside.

 

It was a time for sharing

And outside it would be seen

And they could have it all year round

After the Christmas scene.

 

You must be wondering

What became of the Christmas tree,

Well in any given stalemate

An alternative will be.

 

It was no different here

As in the following we will see,

Moron took his wife’s advice

And he buried the tree.

 

 

What in tarnation did you do?

She inquired of him,

And all Moron would do after

Is just simply grin.

 

Neither got their wish

Even though we could disagree,

The tree is on the outside

But nobody can see.

 

Stewart Russell © December 9, 2023