One young scientist soon got to work and managed to invent

A dimensional projector, which would open up the field

Of a thousand brand new places, now, to which he could be sent,

With the spinsters in those realms, when he arrived, at last revealed.

Then he started his projector, stood in front and let it fire.

Unperfected, it reduced his size, and failed to just transmit

Him to somewhere else, where he could seek and court his heart’s desire.

So he went in search of little folk, to make the best of it.

Well he never found some little folk, who probably don’t exist;

But a full sized woman spotted him, and put him in a cage,

As a pet. When he explained the truth, she’d happily persist

With his capture, since his old life was an unconsidered stage.

She would leave him in the sink each day, so he could have a bath,

With no chance to reach the floor and freedom, while she left the room.

The projector’s imperfection had a second aftermath.

It wore off, which liberated him from years of captive gloom.

“That’s alright,” he thought, “I’ll do more work, and this time I will test

The projector on a figurine, until it works for sure.

When it did, he sent himself back into days of suit and vest

And cravats: the past, where he might find a girl who’d lived before.

In a dance hall, he soon met a girl. They caught each other’s eyes.

Then they dated in his past, her present, glad, week after week;

‘Til he learned about her place in history, quite a bad surprise.

She’d begun a rather nasty group, which in his time would peak.

So, mismatched, he fled to present day, and tried a universe,

Which was parallel to his, and met the girl of all his dreams.

Shyness made him quite reluctant to approach her. He’d rehearse

What he’d say; but words would lose the game in oft-defeated teams.

When he finally found the nerve to walk within her line of sight,

She then acted like she knew him, and he asked her for a date.

“Well of course!” she laughed, “We’ve been together, since that lovely night,

When you saved me on the ice and held my hand and helped me skate.”

Then the penny dropped, that she already loved his counterpart;

And he saw that his old problems had their latest parallel,

In the fact that girls he liked were spoken for, before he’d start.

He retreated from the chance to meet his double;- just as well.

Since the past was set in stone and let him down, he would project

To the future, where the chapter of each day was his to write.

But the girl he liked was only all too willing to reject

His old fashioned tastes and interests, with her future world hindsight.

Then he found a world of giants, with its giant kiss appeal;

But the giantess he met would entertain her own ideas,

That, once warmed up in her oven, he would make a tasty meal,

Swallowed whole, not bitten, just to slightly ease his newfound fears.

While still sliding down her throat, he then projected home once more,
And considered all the disappointing efforts he had made.

Then, without the slightest action on his part, the man was thrust

Into romance like he’d never seen in any other realm.