The Bee-loved

I will, says Terence.

Will what? asks Gaius.

Make a poem out of it, says Terence. Two snails have died....

All Terence's poems start off like that, says Gaius.

That's sweet, says Faith.

I assume they finish differently, says Kant.

YES! says Terence 

Two snails have died, they're not going anywhere, the Twitcher ate them on the way to Dubai, continues Terence.

That's quite good so far, says Gaius. Died rhymes with Dubai.

No it doesn't, says Kant.

It's not supposed to, says Terence. And my poem's not finished.

Go on then, says Gaius.

What happened next? asks Terence.

We had to lend him to the Dubai Aquarium for a week, says Gaius, and that's where he met ...

His BEE-loved, says Terence. Okay.

O lay, o lay, the Twitcher was sad, he didn't know he had done something bad, and then he got put in a quarium, says Terence.

An aquarium, says Kant.

Stop interfering, says Faith. A quarium. I love it.

Apologies, says Kant.

Then what? asks Terence.

Then he meets the bee-loved, says Faith.

That's good, says Terence. Then he meets the bee-loved, a meditranian.... wait,  wasn't there two of them?

Yes, but he only became enamoured of one, says Gaius.

The glimmering orange one, says Faith.

I'm doing this poem! says Terence.

Carry on, says Gaius. 

Two meditranians, says Terence. One was not beautiful, and one was. She was orange.

They were probably both orange, says Kant.

Faith frowns at Kant.

And he loved the most beautiful, says Terence, but she was going to Kas.

Actually I don't thinks she was, says Gaius. Only he was. But in Kas, he had another beloved, whom he had seen in photographs. She was superbly orange and glimmering, in effect, his ideal.

This is stupid, says Terence.

No it isn't, says Gaius. You've nearly finished.

When does he die? asks Terence.

No one knows exactly, says Gaius.

And he loved the most beautiful, says Terence, but she wasn't going to Kas, she cried when he went, but he said o lay o lay I am going to Kas, to meet a bee-loved even more beautiful and there... I will happily die.

Bravo Terence! says Faith. 

Well done! says Gaius.

Even Kant has to admit that the ending is moving.