The funny thing about convincing
Is that you think you know.
You’re so convinced, she’ll be convinced
As if you run the show.
You poke and prod and reason
Beg, bargain, and entreat.
You beat your fists, but she insists
So you’re stuck at a dead heat.
You have to make concessions
Or else you’ll never win.
So you admit, she’s right a bit
Though much to your chagrin.
Suddenly, she’s smirking
Like she’s convinced she won.
To set her straight, would just inflate
And you’d rather it be done.
It’s fine you’ll win the next one
Now relax and have a drink
It’s all worthwhile, to see her smile
That’s convincing don’t you think?