Repartee

'God you're grey! '
My rival said.
(I'd taken his favourite
Girl to bed) .

'Not only grey,
You're very fat! '
I shrugged my shoulders,
That was that.

But later on
That selfsame day,
I thought of LOTS
Of things to say

That were so clever;
Much too late!
My only solace now
My hate.

That's no solace,
But you see
I've never been good
At repartee.

by John Thorkild Ellison

Comments (2)

Quite a uhm er, clever little poem. -chuck
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I love this LOTS! Words, thought, attitude, action... As for repartee, same thing here: so often, the right words, the PERFECT words, come minutes/hours too late. I think, however, you're one up on him anyway.