At Odds

 

 

He darkened the room in white

At midday it was the middle of the night,

They were peaceably involved in a fight

He slackened his grip to make it tight.

 

Up to one was down

While down to the other was up,

They were married for all their life

And their groove in a definite rut.

 

While apart they were together

Though their togetherness was quite apart,

Their confusion was a foregone illusion

And all they did was from the heart.

 

 

Smooth for him meant rough

And for her, as you’d expect, the opposite

And while he disagreed quite often,

For her it was never really a habit.

 

They liked the same very foods

Though on all of them they disagreed,

Consequently, they refrained from eating

Though of the gluttonous breed.

 

Until death do we part they had said

And they both meant every single word,

They were in fact the perfect odd couple

Though at no time they concurred.

 

They were married for a short while

Longer than either cared to remember

And what was certainly good for the goose

Was absolutely not for the gander.

 

 

Not the usual kind of newly-weds

Not at all, they certainly weren’t

But what can surely be said for them both

Was that they were insanely different.

 

Yes, they were the perfect odd couple

Their marriage was nothing but trouble

And neither was prepared to grovel

Certainly not in the other’s rubble.

 

So, he darkened the room in white

But she lit it up in black

And together they lived happily apart

Both mad and also half-cracked.

 

Stewart Russell © April 9, 2022