'God you're grey! ' <br />My rival said. <br />(I'd taken his favourite <br />Girl to bed) . <br /> <br />'Not only grey, <br />You're very fat! ' <br />I shrugged my shoulders, <br />That was that. <br /> <br />But later on <br />That selfsame day, <br />I thought of LOTS <br />Of things to say <br /> <br />That were so clever; <br />Much too late! <br />My only solace now <br />My hate. <br /> <br />That's no solace, <br />But you see <br />I've never been good <br />At repartee.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/repartee/
