To be honest, this needs some editing, but I let the deadline creep up on me, so here it is:
It happened one sunny afternoon,
a discussion about the number two
One woman said to her friend sitting in a chair,
“What a lovely day, and aren’t we the pair?”
“A lovely couple under a summer sun,”
said the other back to her companion.
“We’re a pair, not a couple,” said the first lady.
“Pair means two while couple can mean three.”
The seated lady lifted her eyebrow askew.
“Two is a couple, like how three is a few.”
“Yes three is a few, and couple can mean two,
but it can also be more, that’s obviously true.”
“You’re just arguing semantics.
You understood my meaning.”
“No, I’m arguing linguistics
because words have meaning.”
The seated lady muttered under her breath,
which the other pretended she hadn’t heard.
“It could be two or three,
so couple is far too vague a word...”
“Oh I see what you mean...”
said the seated woman back to her.
“Like how you and your husband were a couple,
with his mistress being the third?”
“How dare you, you old senile hag!”
“Well you’re a dumb scrawny witch!”
“You look like charred rubber!”
Then the pair of ladies shared a couple of phrases
that wouldn’t be proper to repeat on these pages.
It wasn’t much later that they finished their exchange,
and where once were two friends now none remained.