Of Verbal Exchanges

 Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a tradeoff poem. Could be an exchange, forfeit, or swap.

We could stand here an hour and bicker

Raising our protest loud

Exchanging brand-new one line insults

That would make the devil proud

We could dredge up past follies and failures

Perhaps even curse a bit

Or we could simply say, I’m sorry

And then ‘get on with it’

© Janet Martin