My breath is quickened
The telephone conversation
Another disappointment
Another let down notification
You tried to express annoyance
To say the service was unacceptable
Your words fell on sympathetic ears
She said; so sorry, it is regrettable
See, you were unable even
To engage in an argument
Of course, with the sun shining
And those dozing dreams close at hand
It takes time to get your dander up
And then
Amusingly, even less time
For the anger to recede
Remember then in future
The first rule of combative participation
Is that, the first to strike
Is often the one who turns out to be the winner