In a Nutshell

In anger did she shake her fists and shout;
the courage in her eyes a joy to see.
Some fiery barbs and words she tossed about,
but not a single one was aimed at me.

“I’m never backing down!” She screamed, defiant.
“I’ll burn in hell before I budge an inch!
Their passive little slave, I was compliant.
with rules designed implicitly to pinch

the breath from me and bring me to my knees.”

“How dare the fools” At last, I heard her mutter.
“How dare they take me lightly.  Honey, please
refill my glass and kindly pass the butter.”

Then, sweetly, did she smile and toss her hair.
I challenged her to wrestle then and there.