"the rest"

One of my FaceBook friends has a birthday today. As I was writing a note on her "Wall", which originally read something like "Today is the first day of the rest . . . ", it struck me that there was a poem in there. Then I thought of the anecdote that appears at the top of the piece, and after about a half-hour of fiddling, today's poem, of four-lines, was born. I tried a few stabs at lengthening it, but it seems that after the first four lines, it is complete.

It features tight internal rhyme and some dense word-play. I particularly like the play on "quarrel", which I suppose may be obscure, although a look past the obvious in at any dictionary will open it up.

the rest