Ode To a Fence-Sitter

I marvel at your balance, And how firm your buttocks be, Seated on a narrow perch, With cheeks so splinter-free. You never make your mind up, That is no easy task! And dodge every question, No matter what is asked, You’ve mastered indecision, You’re an expert of unsure, You understand the points against, As well as all those for. Your skill is really best shown, When presented with a choice, You “um” and “err” with greatest ease, With an irresoluted voice. Your opinions are a mystery, Locked deep inside your mind, Shinning jewels of insight, A richer treasure you won’t find. And so you wisely keep them, All secured away, Just so you’ll never lose them, And your property they’ll stay. So I really must admire, Equivocation, And recognise it as a type, Of thoughtful conservation.