The Best Gift Yet

interlocking rhyme Some fellows like to give a lot; our presents, very rare. Exchanging gifts is such a chore when timing is not fair. Their endowments are so much more than we are wont to give My spouse says not a word of this, content with how they live. I do not want to seem remiss, but how do we start quitting? Before I start, I will come clean, it is my pride they’re hitting. It is my honest wish to wean our closeness of its milking We do not need their lavish aid and hate to be thought bilking. Their need to give is overplayed, I am a basket case. Is that a van parked in their drive? A moving van, what grace! One last offering, on-the-spot, repaid with diddly squat.