YOUNG MAN: What was that? Did I dream it?
Julie: Yes. You’re—you’re very poetic, aren’t you?
The Young Man: (Dreamily) No. I do prose. I do verse only when I am stirred.
Julie: (Murmuring) Stirred by a spoon—
The Young Man: I have always loved poetry. I can remember to this day the first poem I ever learned by heart. It was “Evangeline.”
Julie: That’s a fib.
The Young Man: Did I say “Evangeline”? I meant “The Skeleton in Armor.”
Julie: I’m a low-brow. But I can remember my first poem. It had one verse:
Parker and Davis
Sittin’ on a fence