Polar Opposites Poem by Mary Nagy

My husband stopped to ask me
''What do you do for fun? ''
I answered very simply...
''I love poems...here, read one.''

He looked at me as if I said
''I like to chew on glass! ''
And when I passed my book to him
he said ''I think I'll pass.''

He said ''You must be crazy! ''
''Please say I just mis-heard.''
He just can't see the beauty
within the written word.

I begged him ''Please, just read one.''
''Just give the poem a try.''
He said ''I'd rather use a fork
to poke out both my eyes! ''

How can we be so different
and yet still get along?
Although we're polar opposites,
he's the music to my song.