I was so thick
so utterly blear-eyed.
You were so bright
so ironically alert.
I believed in fairy-tales
You believed in logic.
Coincidence?
I think not.
I was becoming scintillating
so powerfully brilliant.
You were becoming dim-witted
so pathetically idiotic.
I was doing well.
You were doing poorly.
Coincidence?
I think not.
I laugh at you now.
Always trying to make me do worse
and make you do-by comparison- better..
You say I got it all wrong.
I correct your improper English.
You get mad
I just smile...
Because I've already won.




It is always good when you gain the upper hand; I've had mates like this through my life and in the end we always fell over laughing at our silliness 









20 old applause
