Tit for That

Whisper to screech,
Tit was barely revving,
0 to 90 in microseconds.

Tat for Tit responded a decibel higher.
He shouldn't have done that. No, he shouldn't have!
Tit's counter attack shook hours and days for years.

Male that he was, Tat sheepishly sat it out.
Eventually, Tit quieted, a little old lady fragile and gray.
Even Big Bang one black day in Cosmos shall dim.