I wish she didn’t irritate me so.
I’m sure I’d miss her rage if she were dead.
She’s quick to take up verbal arms, to throw
her hands into the air, declare instead
of listening we really ought to know
she’s walked that road herself, so give her cred.
I wish she’d use a gentler tone, of course,
before her judgments rend her reason hoarse.

(Ottava Rima)