He said red.
She said blue.
They compromised on purple.

She said three.
He said five.
They compromised on four.

He said yes.
She said no.
There was no compromise.
She lost.


 

Author notes: The original title of this poem was called: Compromise Means Jean Loses. Then I realized I was taking things too personally. Compromise means mutual concession, with each side giving a little and getting a little and when I was writing this, I was thinking what happens when there is just no way to compromise? Like in sexual situations, where a ‘no’ is given and it is not taken.