Boy: Once upon

        A piece of string

        A bridge was built

        Beyond.

Girl: What say you, young boy scout?

        Shall we pull in vain

        So we can cross?

Boy: Once upon

        A metaphor

        You danced inside

        My head.

Girl: But the steps were wrong, all wrong.

Boy: It was the song.

        The song was wretched.

Girl: Regardless.

        Your blood cells attacked me,

         Because I’m a disease

         So I pulled off my shoes

         And left.

Boy: Don’t lament so.

         You left one behind.

         Shall I retrieve it?

 Girl: Once upon

         A flask of rum

         Intoxication

         Stitched regrets.

Boy: Regrets are dreamer’s folly.

        Are your toes cold?

Girl: Don’t dodge my direction!

        For you were the exception.

Boy: Why not cross this bridge

         Of repetitive conversation

         And tie a knot

         At the end?

Girl: You are blinded. Hand the flask.

Boy: You are deaf. Take your shoe.

Girl: It seems I’ve bought new ones.

        Pawn it

        And keep the profits.