An afternoon spent with your person venting.
Just the draught to prevent anger fomenting.
Cordial & nice is ok for the most part.
Yet, everyone needs to drop ballasts of snark.
We are human, we’re base, we’re fearful & cruel.
Repressing that guzzles up far too much fuel.
Things one could have laughed at, bloom redder than blood.
Though, lunch with this person would save thee that flood.
So, save a few slots on thy dance card to rest.
If you’ve nowt nice to say, come sit by the best.

