Jack Sprat

She was a better man than I,

so much that I could nearly cry.

I do cry, though not about that.

I’m not that much of a pussycat.

But as I was saying, she was resilient,

a team player, and simply brilliant

at keeping others around her going

by example, be it science or rowing.

I was a better woman at times,

could wipe a table and find rhymes

to amuse children, and pick up.

Work-wise, we had hardly a hiccup.