“The Interrobang?!”

I’d never heard

of this strange, strange word;

until I had –

and then it blew my mind.

.

“Blew your mind?!” you ask,

as you unscrewed your flask

of cold, cold tea.

.

“Yes!” I replied,

as I considered the tide –

coming in? Or going out?

“Is it coming in?!”

I shout.

.

Your tea imbibed,

upon a piece of parchment you scribed

the word, ‘Idiot’.

.

At least I tried.