I only held
The door for her.
She only answered,
“Thank you, Sir.”
In deference
Was I bested?
We men
Are always tested
And suffer a suspicion
That any brief
Encounter may be
A competition.
Pride is such
A nasty sin!
Why must we always
Have to win?
Even to ask
Who was politer,
You’re automatically
A blighter!
She had faults.
Why can’t two sinners
Showing deference
Both be winners?
Both winners? Yes!
That’s better! Done!!
(Still... she said “Sir.”
I may have won.)
