They look out together at the great blue expanse, there’s
birdsong and magic and tonnes of romance
They stare out for ages, whole aeons have passed, when one
turns to the other and starts to lambaste
A: Ok, I get it, it’s
real romantic- but it’s not really us
B: Now, don’t be
pedantic
This took a lot of
effort and art to organise- and besides, at the end, there’s a lovely surprise
They went back to silence, on the edge of the shore, til the
pedant turned to his lover once more,
A: We’d normally balk
at this picturesque scene- we like active and shocking, not calm and serene
B: The fruit that
grows slowest, is the sweetest to yield- you’ll be glad that we waited when the
surprise is revealed
The pedant was bored and he truly conveyed it; he tried to
go for a swim, but his lover forbade it
Time moved on slowly, the sunlight grew dim, when some
teenagers arrived and set up for a swim,
B: Ah, here they are,
I was beginning to worry- now you’ll regret you were in such a hurry
The teenagers moved closer to the tip of the tide,
A: I don’t understand-
what were you trying to hide?
He turned to the pedant and said, with a smile,
B: There’s a sign over
there which says don’t swim- crocodile
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