In the Park

I was down in the park the other day when I met a man who told me a story about his sailing adventure in the Maldives, where one evening he was tied up at the harbor just socializing with the locals, and met a woman who loved to write poetry, and she read a poem to him about how she was down in the park the other day and met a guy from Switzerland who told her a story about his kayaking adventure in which he was in Alaska on river rapids all morning, but then when he stopped for lunch, as luck would have it, he met a man who told him about his love of writing poetry about a particular girl who wrote poetry about sailing, and coincidentally she was also in the story of the same man that I had first met when I was down in the park the other day.