Battlefield of Humour

On a tempestuous day,

In a bookstore usual,

Ablaze was perusing about cheerfully,

Exploring the world of peaceful,

On a blustery day bitter,

Onto the sidewalk near,

EOS was drained altogether,

As she spotted the bookstore familiar,

AZ looked up as the bell signalled,

She saw a girl as she lazily strutted,

Threw her disposable cup behind,

As she whistled and perched beside,

EOS observed the place with a sigh,

For she needed to relax for awhile,

Unaware of the glares brash,

She continued to listen to the tune fine,

But was interrupted rudely,

When AZ decided to comment freely,

Upon ruining her perfect day completely,

By invading her personal space carelessly,

Thus started the great War of Peace,

As they fought and seized,

Every opportunity to humiliate,

Back and forth determined,

In a battlefield of humour,

Just to be defeated by the other,

Through the warring demeanour,

They were EOS and AZ in this manner,

As they connected and bantered,

With,"You're a Spitfire"

And,"Oh, you're just ill-mannered"

They got along just fine,

And kicked out they were,

As they joyfully exited together,

From the bookstore forever,

With a bond infinitely stronger.