If you think your next move might be
A level ride in a slick mercury
You’d better use the right angle
Or hopes could suddenly tangle
And you’d feel like hitting a tree!

‘Cause inside a short little vial
There’ll barely be room for a smile
So, to stay out of trouble
You’ve got to keep track of the bubble
Until the vial gets put back on the pile

Story problems have always been a challenge for me so, I need help!
When we claim we’ve gone the second mile, where did it start and how long was it?
It seems to me it had to begin at least one mile back or it would always be the first mile. Here’s the problem.
Bowney, a sky jumper gets blown way off course, misses his target by exactly one mile and suddenly finds himself right in the middle of cross roads One Hundred Ninetieth and Goose-Down road. He could walk a mile back to his starting point at One Hundred Eightieth and Goose-Down or he could radio Slither, his jump instructor, who is waiting at that point of origin and ask for a ride.
Thought process to tackle and unwind
A – Bowney feels like the instructor has done so much for him already, he would just as soon walk the second mile and not bother Slither.
The way I see it, Bowney would simply be walking the first mile backwards.
B- If Bowney did ask Slither to come get him, wouldn’t Slither just be going the first mile twice?
Can we really claim that we’ve gone the second mile or are we forced to keep walking backwards to make up for the minimal forwards? Or could we just be trampling the same path to a pulp while heroically polishing our halo?

I'm inviting you to join me on ground floor of this new style of verse. See how many ways you can read it and then help me name the style. It can be read, using any combinatiion of the BUT YOU CAN verticle series and then suddenly read the following verse. Have fun!

Dainty

with her sisters, lives down deep inside a hollow

 If you’d be willing to call her

She’d be willing to follow

But

Sisters Elegant and Exquisite stand ready for flight

And poor little Dainty Gets pushed back out of sight

You

Will have to avoid Pretty, who’s stomping her feet on the floor

 While Dainty peeks through some cracks

Around the front door

Can

Touch imagination of how Delicate would feel

if she and Graceful vault for attention

But discover only Dainty’s in the deal

Help

Elevate Dainty’s popularity to it’s intended tower

Carefully avoiding Refined and Petite

who are in the middle of their shower

Dainty

Who’s flight Is like the swallow

Unroll the plush red carpet

And bring Dainty out of the hollow

Win

Her confidence and she’ll be completely content

To go along for the ride

To wherever she’s been sent

The local plumber who routinely fixes restroom problems in the area conveniently relocated the “Out Of Order.” He moved the sign from instinct, quickly tacking it onto the nearest handy holder. He didn’t however, tack up an explanatory, “Out Of Order” sign beside the first tacked up “Out Of Order” sign indicating that the original tacked up “Out Of Order” sign was now permanently tacked up Out Of Order in order for the restroom to stay in order. So, to all observers, the gun metal gray, five drawer file, boldly admitted to the whole community that it looked tacky and was now Out Of Order with plans to stay that way in order for our obviously overworked Mr. Plumber to be able to race to his next order in order to permenantly fix the second “Out of Order” on file!

Isn’t it amazing how quickly "fun" overflow begins to sour, turns backwards and very soon spells nuf?

It's kinda like continually trying to coax a treadmill powered scooter uphill!