A Dither Or A Tizzy? Poem by Bryan Taplits

Remarked, said I, one sunlit day, no rush
As I was not especially busy,
"The politics of the day", I said, "confuse me "to a tizzy."'
She pursed her lips and began her blitz,
"You know, " she said (this huffy miss,
This miserable, pompous, fissure)
"You mean, " don‘t you she stalwartly hissed
"Not a tizzy, but a dither! "
I thought it over carefully,
Examining this linguistic quisling
Then shut her up, by exclaiming thus:
"Don't shake me, my dear. Makes me dizzy! "
But her response took me askance
She doubled-down, this impossible missy.
"I'm telling you, you stubborn fool,
"It's a "dither"! Not a 'tizzy! "'--
"And don't you dare call me again a missy, "
She added
"Or I'll bonk you until you really are dizzy! "