Rock, paper, scissors, wrote the one-eyed Fly
Why? Said the Tadpole, why write ever, why?
Because, send the Fly, rock, paper, scissors can.
Since when, said the Tadpole? Rhyming word: saucepan.
What does a saucepan have to do with a rock?!
That’s cheating, said the one-eyed Fly, disgruntled, in shock.
Not much said the Tadpole, as I am not yet a frog.
But when I grow up, and become a frog
I will choose the saucepan over the fire
A choice between rock and hard place, will then be quiet dire.
Ohhh, said the one-eyed Fly…. extrapolate if you must
Rock, paper, scissors, regardless you will make dust.
Yes, said the Tadpole, but first I would fry with garlic and butter,
And taste good, and make a French man fatter.
And I, said the one-eyed Fly, will write about this matter.
With the rock out the way. Scissors, paper, wrote the one-eyed Fly.
But why scissors and paper? Said the Tadpole, why?
Oh come on, said the one-eyed Fly, stop being didactic,
It is metaphorical, poetic, it is... dramatic.
Okay, said the Tadpole, but why do you only have one eye?
I was attacked with rock, paper, scissors, that said the Fly, is why.