Smoothness is smashed,
Something this way crashed,
The jigsaw is beyond Jack’s ability to do,
So he fills the gaps with his own special glue,
With a magic wand,
He binds the bond,
But leaves a clear scar behind like a clue.
Skating is stopped,
The ice has been chopped,
This surface won’t ever again give a fun ride,
Over a tilted stage the actors now slide,
Take a curtain call,
Your awkwardness you can no longer hide.