My husband stopped to ask me
''What do you do for fun? ''
I answered very simply...
''I love poems...here, read one.''

He looked at me as if I said
''I like to chew on glass! ''
And when I passed my book to him
he said ''I think I'll pass.''

He said ''You must be crazy! ''
''Please say I just mis-heard.''
He just can't see the beauty
within the written word.

I begged him ''Please, just read one.''
''Just give the poem a try.''
He said ''I'd rather use a fork
to poke out both my eyes! ''

How can we be so different
and yet still get along?
Although we're polar opposites,
he's the music to my song.

Mary Nagy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polar-opposites/