A recent conversation with my wife inspired me to write the following summary of that verbal exchange. I titled it, Pitching a Fit.
Pitching a Fit
My wife bought a Fitbit.
Then a smart-scale to link to it.
Now, a Fitbit, says she, I am to git.
In our budget, says I, it may not fit.
Don’t be a twit, says she. Get fit.
I‘d rather sit.
She pitched a hissy fit.
A benefit, it might be, say I.
I’ll consider it.
Don’t be a nitwit, says she, and buy a counterfeit.
It must be a Fitbit.
I think I’d rather have a banana split.
But see no benefit trying to outwit.
An obit, she says, may have to be writ.
That settles it.
Getting a Fitbit, lickety-split.