Spat

He spoke, I spoke

He shouted, I did not listen

I shouted, he did not listen

Suddenly the cork popped

Erupting champagne of anger

Foamy frothy and bubbly
All the little misunderstandings

Collecting dust inside

regurgitated

Giving birth to a spat!

After the sudden burst

of a robust spat

calm prevailed–

flatteningĀ  the fizz

Evaporating anger

Now what—

Standoff

Who says sorry

First, to whom

Both speak at once

and are friends once more.

The test of a man or woman’s breeding is how they behave in a quarrel.
-George Bernard Shaw
1856-1950, Irish-born British Dramatist

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness
-George Eliot
1819-1880, British Novelist

Better be quarrelling than lonesome.
Irish Proverb

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