What If the princess and the pauper had worked it out
Cheerleader and burnout remained friends
What if the eighth was all but a dream
And it all worked out in the end
Pudding Pop is all we've been allowed to know
But what of that other name
You see, for all their differences
I believe them two halves of the same
They challenged and pushed in the best kinds of ways
And sure, it got on their nerves
Such differences hardly could be ignored
But God did they both love her curves
Be it for better or worse she started to hear
About what he had to say
And although he'd rather die than admit it
He had stopped tuning her out one day
And closer they grew, this unlikely pair
Creepy and unnatural they were called
Their friends never seemed to understand
Regardless of how hard they'd each bawled
For trust had been broken on both sides
It really was terrible to see
They screwed things up again and again
Constantly claiming no more 'we'
I love you, he'd said for the very first time
After his life's [then] biggest regret
Well I don't love you, had been her reply
But only cause she'd been upset
I'm sorry, she'd said as she started to cry
I was lonely and scared, don't you see
All I wanted was to know, but you wouldn't say
If you could ever see a future with me
I don't like to go much further than this
For strippers, they're not my thing
I would have been much more satisfied
To trade her towel-clad ex, for Him with a ring
They came so close
The true loves pair
Only to end their story
In total despair
So a rewrite
I shall now propose
Then this is how
The new story goes:
There once was a girl named Jackie
She fell for a boy called Hyde
Some things happened one summer
And their friendship turned love – bonafide
We'll keep the stuff about cookies
And sure, the first failed attempt
For the second time around she was much more mature
And he, had much less contempt
Now I'll go back to the premise
Of this half-assed backwards poem
I'll go back to the title and say;
What If doesn't matter, if it's not about Them