Predictable
If I say turn left,
he's sure to go right.
If I say let's drop it,
he'll just want to fight.
The few times he asks me
to go out to eat,
he wants the one restaurant
I like the least.
If on a vacation
we chose both to go,
I'd most like a cruise
while he would want snow.
And if to a state fair
he'd take me sometime,
to see art exhibits
he'd see as a crime!
Would he ride a pendulum?
How he would moan!
To go on a ride,
I'd be going alone.
He hates any store
I might like at the malls,
but go nuts for Home Depot,
where I'd stare at walls.
When choosing a channel
to hear as we travel,
my popular music
would make him unravel.
We're both so predictable,
and it's because
I always think opposite
of how he does.
Dec. 5, 2019 for Nina Parmenter's Predictable Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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