It started out quite innocently
A conversation they had over dinner

Nothing was said nicely, nor eloquently
And no one would come out the winner

Name calling commenced, round the table
It got uglier as time went on

Each one got their own special label
The lines in the sands, had been drawn

Back and forth, it went for hours
Until hunger won out, and they ate

The next day, the misses got flowers
The next day, was one day too late

 

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