No Middle Ground

He sat astride the garden fence

Legs either side of it and thence

Did mediate the cut and thrust

Of the debate and acting thus

Contrived to gently steer them to

A compromise, yet none ensued

But undeterred he did persist

With patient words, and did resist

Temptation to apportion blame

Yet on they went in much that vein

Until at last, his patience spent

And weary of their discontent

Resignedly he shook his head

“I see it clearly now”, he said

“You neighbours never will agree

My labours are mere vanity

For you, each one the other’s nemesis,

Are arguing from different premises”