The oscillation of her mind, intuitive to rational
from personal creations to political themes national
gave her husband mental whiplash. He barely could keep up.
He found her more exhausting than a brand new pup.
As she sat there prattling, he sat there like a stone.
Her frequency of chatter made him want to be alone.
Poor fellow just could not keep up. He had a mind more staid.
He pondered each new thought he had. Opinions must be weighed!
Meanwhile, her thoughts flew here and there, her mind much more creative.
She formed opinions quickly, while his mind was more debative.
How this couple got together was a matter of derision.
Their union, all their friends agreed, must have been her decision.
You say he is articulate whereas I say he’s wordy. You think he’s intellectual, whereas I fear he’s nerdy. Is dusk the genesis of dark or is the day just over? I think it’s time to mow the lawn while you’re rolling in clover. An optimist and pessimist should doubtless not be marrying. What you see as casual I simply see as tarrying. Time after time, we face each other o’er this widening schism. For what to you seems happily real to me seems euphemism.