Open and Shut
I like things closed/But she likes them open/She opens/I close/And we work well together.
I like sponges behind the faucet/But she likes them leaning over counter’s edge /She leans over/ I put back/ Move the sponge/ Put it back/ Return/ Replace/ And we work well together.
I joke and she laughs/ I tease and she falls for it again/ She pokes me in the ribs/ I go “Ow!”/ And we work well together
brucejberger 
What your poem reminds me of is how intriguing I found those differences when my husband and I were first dating. So funny.
Sylvia, I see that, whereas the heading says “Humorous (?) Poems” there’s but one poem there. I’d have to go back to my high school literary magazine, I fear, to find another. My poetry has fallen away as quickly, if not more so, than my Talmudic study, demonstrating yet another big gap in my well-roundedness. I think taking a poetry workshop at the Writer’s Center would help with that, but I’m not typically a person who can create a poem on command, so I’ve avoided those kinds of workshops. I might have to reconsider.
Well, from what I’ve read of your work and heard from you in writing groups I am not perceiving gaps. I took several poetry courses at the WC when I left my policy/research analytic work a couple of years ago. I found the classes very helpful in that my right brain got a lot of needed exercise. And that fed my fiction-prose writing. Keep up your poetry regardless of taking classes. It’s inspiring.
I may do that some time. As it is, however, I just signed up for the rest of John Morris’s short story group at the Writer’s Center. I won’t give up on poetry.