I hated spinach; she loved it.
She wanted to eat it every night.
I never wanted to see it on the table.
She was unwilling to compromise,
And I was just as stubborn.
What began as a difference in taste
Ended in arguments every night.
Eventually she said she was leaving,
And I told her to make sure she took
Her awful tasting spinach with her.
Now I hate spinach more than ever.
Bob Boyd