From An Armoury of Light Verse (1964) by Richard Armour.

See Here

His friends can’t see what he sees in her,
 Nor hers, what she sees in him.
No, love isn’t blind — it’s those not in love
 Whose sights is so frightfully dim.

Election Results

An office-seeker, if defeated,
Finds his stock of friends depleted.

An office-seeker, if elected,
Has friends he’d not before suspected.

Birds of a Feather

Though disagreement and debate
And argument may stimulate

The self-contented, sluggish mind,
I must admit I am inclined,

Whenever possible, to be with
Those kindred souls whom I agree with.

Think of It

A new digital computer has been built that will think like a
man, even making human errors — News Item

Comes now a digital computer
Astute as man, but not astuter,
That thinks a complex problem through
Precisely as we humans do.

They’ve built such think machines before,
To do, and quick, some highbrow chore,
But never one whose thinking bordered
Upon the fuzzy and disordered,

One that grows tired, a second-rater
That puts things off till sometime later,
That tends to daydream, idly blinking,
And think up ways to keep from thinking.

We should, I guess, give praise to science
For making such a fine appliance,
Though I’m inclined to feel, somehow,
We’re overstocked on these things now.