The Innards and the Outies
The Innards went in as quickly as we Outies went out
Some asked them to converse, but others started to pout.
We’re Innards, one hissed with shock in a low whisper.
We outies laughed. Would this plain one ever find a mister?
James Outie was different. Sought her out, gave her his time.
Noting her ability to listen, though she was quiet as a mime.
She loved his entertaining ways, this handsome forbidden Outie.
They proved to this town without any doubt-y….
That an Innard can be talked to by an Outie, in a casual way.
That an Outie can teach an Innard how to laugh and play.
That we do not have to keep century old feuds if we do not want to.
I think I’ll go meet an Innard at their mixer. How about you?
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