in the ribs.
He told me he was
calling dibs.
Upon the pear
I thought was mine.
I didn't think
his jab was fine.
I didn't think his jab
was kind.
I thought I'd share
some of my mind.
I wondered what
I should say
to let him know
he'd NOT get his way.
And jabbing elbows is not wise.
We need to learn to compromise.
And with thisyellow, juicy pear
perhaps, he and I
could learn to share.
