Artie, the Time Traveling Chimp, was walking with an obvious limp.
I asked, “What’s the matter?”, as he collapsed on a chair, with a clatter.
“I crashed my machine. You know the one I mean.
I was traveling through space, at an incredible pace.
Time didn’t exist, and was not even missed.
When, quick as a flash, I had a terrible crash.”
“Into what?” I asked, as he Alack’d and Alas’d.
“Myself.” he replied, as he deeply sighed.
“I’d been where I went, when time decidedly bent.
I came back on my route, at the same pace to boot.
To meet myself going out, and gave myself such a clout.
Our machines made one wreck, and we both said ‘Oh Heck’
We looked at myself in the eyes, and got a surprise.
No reflection was this, all seemed quite remiss.
We had a deep ponder, in puzzled wonder.
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