Water You, A Poet?

(I’m in the kitchen getting myself a beverage, while my husband and our roommate are in the den.)

Me: “Do you have some water? Would you like some water?”

Husband: “Pronouns! Proper names! I don’t know who you’re talking to.”

Me: “Oh, husband! My husband! Do you have any water?”

Husband: *trying not to laugh* “No, I don’t.”

Me: “Oh, husband! My husband! Would you like some water?”

Husband: *laughing uncontrollably* “Why, yes, I would love some water.” *to roommate* “I believe I just got Walt Whitman’d.”