Ms Todd & Mr. Tort

She's rather tall but her temper is short He's sort of small with a jolly port Together they are odd but an agreeing sort She's Ms. Todd and he's Mister Tort She walks in stride while he tags along She's clear of mind while he's lost in song She has an air of pride while he tries to belong She's never kind while he's rather fond He likes to please while she demands He's at ease while she likes to command He's with the flow while she has a plan He rather sit while she takes a stand When they are married it is plain to see Who amongst them the boss will be Tradition be dang for peace we need Mrs and Mr. Todd, how odd, they will be