Him: Tick tock sounds like a clock
She seems to be out of luck
Better ready those little ducks
For someone already about to pluck
Her: What happened to your
dietician? Is that a side effect
of your visit to the hospital?
Him: How would you say that one is sane
For life is like an ending game
Your move is a chip in play
Careful for everyone will play
One simply does not become a poet
For the steps will make you a pet
What will you do oh curious student
Choices are given for it to be felt
Her: Shall I continue with thoughts unknown
Uncertain if you’re ready to drown
In a sea of words you’re about to unravel
If you’re that willing to shovel
Him: My mind paused for a bit
For what she said is very legit
A sea of words that’s really big
Question is can a sea be dug
Her: Muttering words immeasurable
To dig is surely impossible
But if one thinks deeply
One can explore the sea of words undeniably
He stopped and thought for a while
Unable to say anything worth while
Will he be silent all through the night
And let the cold embrace him with a bite
Him: Can she keep it up for her little ship
For all I know it’s in my keep
What’s your move oh chibi tulip
Would you like to fire so lit
Her: He went out for the day
To give back the ship in a way
Somehow it ended with her not holding a ship
And his day wasted with a series of sips
She sure cannot keep it up
Her empty hands longing for a grasp
For a ship that causes her rage
In her mind she has a ship to save
As he tries to be a poet
What could he ever get
With words flowing like a river
A book he has to read like forever
