A Coincidence

In the days of yore a girl and a boy Stood face to face by the edge of a deep dark ditch They are too much quarrelsome flew into a rage provoking about to throw stones. Behold! behold! yonder they threw big black stones Aiming at to hurt each other. What a coincidence! Thrown up two stones flying collinear With uniform motion collided at concurrent and exploded and broken into pieces. Scattered blazing scarps fell into the ditch in whirling motion. The girl and the boy clapped in joy. Those blazing scarps still falling into the ditch whirling The girl and the boy still keeping watch on cheerfully Their newly invented miraculous supernatural game.