The poet's partner Talking metaphor and rhyme, You do it all the blooming time. Instead of saying, pass the salt, You wax about a crystal vault. You use wide-words where I use narrow, For me, a cart; for you, wheelbarrow. I'm sick of your verbal excreta, Always searching perfect meter. Showing off what you can do, Bits of foreign language, you Use poetry to saccharify, And what the hell's decree nisi?