To Each His Own

My sister and I have different personalities Never alike, two peas from the same pod, but not germinated for the same Winter crop. We never argue over mundane trivialities. I like halibut, but she always chooses cod, and I prefer vacuuming; she loves to mop. But there is only one topic we cannot discuss Our political views caused too many disputes We disagree on the qualities of a President and had heated debates. Oh, how we did fuss! When I said Trump was immoral and in cahoots with crooks, and he was a stubborn old cuss. She fired back that Biden was senile, much too old and she didn't like Kamala, which made me sigh. Round after round we boxed, in verbal objections. She watched the numbers as voters were polled and I wanted scissors to cut off Trump's red tie and no more commercials for Presidential elections. Finally, I said, "Our bickering is tearing us apart." She agreed for the need to put an end to our feud. We're both much happier, but once in a while she'll mention his name, and I'll say, "Don't start!" I'd never vote for a man who's crude and lewd. I can't understand why she can't see that he's vile. We'll never agree on which man is most deserving or which one truly lives by America's Constitution. We avoid politics when we come face to face. But I know Trump is unfit, and is totally self-serving Biden isn't perfect, but Trump started a revolution. He made a mockery of the office. Such a disgrace. Yes, I blame him for inciting the Capitol subversion But didn't say a word to her so we'd keep the peace Sometimes it's still difficult not to interject a belief so we talk about taking a pleasant holiday excursion perhaps to the Caribbean or to the isles of Greece. I'm just glad that we found a way to stop the grief.