Originally published by Jean Sunday, September 12, 2010

If you were me
and I were you
I think I’d be confused.
Your socks would sag
Your pants would drag
Your shoes would be askewed.
I’d sip your wine
instead of mine
Then probably p’tu-it.
There’d be no getting used t’it.
The mix of you
swapped ’round with me
might fail to find the conduit.
Sparks would fly
There’d be a cry
We’d end up glooped ‘n puddled.
Best you stay there
and I stay here
evade our being fuddled.
I’d miss the me
and you would you.
Two twains not meant for meeting.
Happystances less than fleeting.
Does make no sense
in trading tents.
Isall discombobulation.
Keep what you’ve got
and covet not
another’s home play station.