Ode to Us

We are different, you and I

Almost like night and day

You see the black and white

While I perceive the gray

You bowl with striking skill

Whilst gutter balls I master

But if the game is word play,

Then I can do it faster

Your engineering mind’s

An enigma to my brain,

But I build scrapbook pages—

Which to you would be a pain

You’re quite a fan of pork—

It doesn’t thrill me much

But I love Brussels sprouts,

Which you will never touch

I have a taste for spice,

Like salsa, peppers, curry—

But “hot as ketchup” suits you,

Or else there’s cause for worry

Your penchant is for justice,

And mine is mercy-filled

You protest Country music,

And your bias won’t be killed

But we have some things in common

Like our love of good Sci-fi,

Our desire to help the needy,

And our taste for berry pie

We both enjoy the snow,

Weekend-cations at the coast,

Anything our kids have painted,

And a breakfast of French toast

We both are fans of Tolkien—

And enjoy the movie depictions

And regarding what’s important,

We hold the same convictions

We both like food too much,

And we like the color black

And neither is fond of living

Right next to a railroad track

We speak in movie quotes

And randomly spout puns

We finish each other’s thoughts

With accuracy that stuns

In our ways, we’re each particular,

If not a bit obsessed,

But we share one primary preference—

We each love the other best