Literature
e pluribus unum.
"Alright,"
say they.
"All boys on that side, and all
girls on the other."
And the room does as told.
Except one, who firmly stands in the middle
of the room.
"Hey, you,"
say they.
"Why don't you move to your
side?"
And the room awaits an answer.
"Because,"
say one.
"To split my self in half
and toss the pieces on either side
would cause bloodstains and pains
that aren't worth my
trouble."