Sarcasm

28/08/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



Please forgive me my sarcastic nature,

It is the only other language

In which I am fully fluent

And I’d hate for it to go to waste.



The look on your face when you’re not sure

If I am being sarcastic or not

Is quite exquisite in its deliciousness

Until the realisation dawns.



I do try so very hard, mostly,

Not to overdo it in company

But it does tend to slip out

At incredibly inappropriate moments.



Like that time when your darling brother

Dropped the drinks over the table

And I couldn’t help but say,

“I think you missed a spot.”



He was very annoyed,

I don’t think he’s forgiven me yet

But that’s ok,

I’m sure he’ll get over it.



Some people think I’m unintentionally rude

And that they need to quietly admonish me:

I have set them straight with the fact

That I completely intended the insult.



I can always pick the pop-psychologists

When they describe my dark, dry wit

As hostility disguised as humour

When it’s obviously dripping with sarcasm.



If you cannot abide my very occasional snark

Then I am happy to show you the door,

Though the number of times you’ve left

I’m sure you know where it is.