You may believe you're in control
Think you know every angle
Until your spouse informs you
You're part of a love triangle
The first thing you want to know
Before you start to fight
If possible, determine
Who is wrong and who is right
You may not get any answers
Your pain may be acute
May not matter, if you please
You could be Isosceles, the issue, it is moot
Your spouse may not want to talk
You think 'Oh, what's the use?
I'm trying to get answers
Why are they being so obtuse?'
I'll tell you what I've learned
Does it even matter? Still
You want someone to be at fault
The truth is, all three are equilateral
I'm gonna end this silly poem
With advice you've never seen
Cut down on those between-meal snacks
Stay hungry and scalene!