Story Poem, Nr.20 — Simulator Failure

Eventually when he thought the real-time was right    
he scanned her heart into the computer    
to manipulate through latest programmes    
the bits he thought that didn’t suit her    
    
trouble came when he vainly tried to scan it back    
the rest of her baulked at the altered heart    
and said “we want the original back complete    
for we are one, despite our different parts”    
   
“too late for that” he said “I did the job    
original copy is long since gone    
besides it’s now so much better    
and better can’t ever be wrong”.    
   
The rest of her body sighed in outraged dismay    
“you idiot” she whispered “now what you’ve done!    
you’ve destroyed an intricate in-the-image-of    
with higher levels you can’t even dream on”    
   
“aw ... c’mon” said he “this heart’s now state-of-the-art    
it’ll respond (yeah … cool) only to me    
your heart won’t wander towards other men, thereby    
solving the problem of infidelity    
   
and what’s more, I’ve maximised the pumping action    
using the computer simulator!”    
“Oh no” they said “he knows not even the basics    
the heart’s no pump, but a regulator…”.    
   
And so it is, all mixed-level conversations    
fail to enlighten ‘till another time    
and she died of a broken heart, as you’d expect    
while he re-wrote the code of his feminine side.