Stand-off at the dinner table,
Near the end of supper...
We slow down our chewing,
Refusing to cede the upper
Hand to the other, knowing
Whoever gets up first has
To do the dishes, owing
To a rule we can't remember making,
But now there's no breaking
It, which has settled into our life
As loving husband and wife.
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