The Quarrel

"It's all your fault," the first began,
"That got us this monstrosity!
I just don't get," the first one said,
"How you can simply just not see!"

"It's all my fault?" the other yelled,
"I think not - you are the one
Who got us here!" The other stomped.
"Now look at what your work has done!"

"Now it's me?" then asked the first,
"This is quite possibly the most
Absurd thing yet!" His face was red.
"Of this you certainly can boast!"

"Absurd, is it?" the other asked.
"Then tell me how this then can be!
This thing was yours!" continued he,
"It's your responsibility!"

"But see here now," the first then said,
"It was yours here with the fatal flaw!
You broke it all!" He banged his fist.
"So tell me now just what you saw!"

"In that case, then," the other said,
"This I simply can't eschew.
Without ado," he then proclaimed,
"I know now that which I must do."

"Then let's have it," the first then sneered,
"Let's see you weasel out of this!
I've got you down," he boasted loud.
"No more can you blame or hiss!"

"I'm sorry," the other said in shame,
"You're right. It's me. I've naught to say.
Apologies," he softly said,
"Are all that I can give today."

Silence then reigned awhile
Until the first then gained a smile.

"It's quite all right," he said at last,
"This happens to the very best.
Just fix it up," he then said next.
"I'll give this to you as a test."

"Thank you, sir." The other smiled.
"Your decision you will not regret.
I'll make you proud." He gave a nod.
"The next will be my best work yet."