Sleeping on the Fringe

When we got married,
We promised each other
To split everything
Fifty – Fifty,
So when it came to sleep
I obligingly gave her
Fifty percent of the bed,
Expecting that would
Leave me with fifty percent
For myself.
What I didn’t figure
Was that she would take
The middle fifty percent,
And leave me with
A quarter on each side.
Somehow or another,
That seems to be the way
It worked out
On almost everything
We tried to share.
She always got
The middle,
And I was left
On the fringe.