'God you're grey! ' br My rival said. br (I'd taken his favourite br Girl to bed) . br br 'Not only grey, br You're very fat! ' br I shrugged my shoulders, br That was that. br br But later on br That selfsame day, br I thought of LOTS br Of things to say br br That were so clever; br Much too late! br My only solace now br My hate. br br That's no solace, br But you see br I've never been good br At repartee.