Tonight, we had a candy fight.
I know couples who have had
a drunken bacon fight,
a toothpaste fight...
We had a candy fight,
and what I had to say
would not have been sweet.
It was a good thing
I had to go to work,
or death by chocolate
might have taken on
a whole new meaning.
And when I came home,
you apologised to me,
and I quietly accepted.
I know how hard it is
to speak with a mouth
full of sugar and admit
that you were wrong
when I was looking at you
with my vinegar eyes.