When Eeple Meets Opple

A Dr. Suess-esque parable of dating and marriage.


In a far-away place on the island of Eeple
Lived the frolicking beings called the Meeples and Feeples
A nice little land. It was clean. It was great.
The Eeples kept busy, all they did there was date.

The Eeples had everything Eeples might need.
And they were all happy. Quite happy, indeed.
The average day on Eeple was always the same.
Find a date for that night — just like playing a game.

No one was married and no one divorced.
That means Eeples were single, no commitments — of course.
How to they multiply? Thats funny you ask.
An old hired stork — bringing babies is his task.

A typical day begins by the phone
Where a Feeple might rest, till evening plans are known.
Or maybe a Meeple is the one who might wait
For the Feeple to call and ask for the date.

Not far from the land where the swinging Eeples play
Is the home of the Opples who live another way.
The life of an Opple is bizarre to its neighbor
Because dating to them is an unheard of labor.

To date like an Opple opposes Eeple tradition
Their sole purpose was marriage — a Yenta’s commission
An Opple, you see, is either married or not
Matched by the Yenta and you took what you got.

As soon as Mopple reached grown Opple age
Hes matched to a Fopple for the betrothal stage.
The shiddach is made despite the concept of love.
But a Mopple and Fopple always fit like a glove.

An Opple compares the folly of dating
To the concept of insurance their always equating.
Two necessary evils has been one of its labels.
Both are expensive and misunderstood fables.

Day after day and year after year
The Eeples evolved in their own little sphere.
And so did the Opples — they continued their line
Both lives were content, simple and fine.

UNTIL….
Along came a red-head named Benyamin Schlomo
Who decided to market a multi-cultural promo.
He offered a FREE cruise to each neighboring island.
In addition to some drinks in Wine Country Highland.

What do you think happened when he offered this trip
The voyage was booked super-lickity-split.
News of this FREEBIE traveled from mountains to steeples.
And the Opples signed up just as fast as the Eeples.

Now who could pass up this affordable fare?
At the blink of an eye Eeples and Opples were everywhere.
This melting pot effect broke each respecting creed.
It was crazy. It was nuts. It was havoc indeed.

Feeples were seen chasing unattached Mopples.
And Iphone* aflurry where Meeples texts Fopples.
Now you may find this funny, a laughable joke,
But those hard working Yentas were sure to go broke!

The curious outcome had endings both happy and sad,
Finding couples that were great and some that were bad.
But despite previous thoughts and well-kept beliefs
The mixed matched pairs found some comic reliefs.

You see, their offspring became quite awfully confused
About their parents old ways they were rightfully amused
Just dating forever was an idea they admired.
But when the time came, they knew marriage was desired.

So they learned a lot from the generations before
If it weren’t for Shlomo life would certainly be a bore.
But now they know, being mutants of these two lands
There is something everyone needs to understand.

A match that is made takes part Eeple, part Opple
Some pairs will hold strong and some will just topple.
But the key to this union is why this story did unfold
To find the one that you will have and that you will hold
Must have the equal parts of Opple and Eeple
Found in yourself will make the two perfect people.


I originally wrote this “story” after an unexpected and painful breakup in 1993. Writing it was part of my “therapy” to move on and make sense of why the relationship ended. I submitted it to a local Atlanta publication. I republish it here, after another recent heartbreak. I’ve made a few tweaks to keep up with the technological* times — although the message is somewhat timeless.

(Note: In 1993, I had this published in the same newspaper where my heartbreaker had written a very funny article about dating — somewhat Seinfeld-esque — a few weeks before we had met. There is a line from his article I used and put in mine — sort of a non-technical “easter egg” to him. I do hope he’s well today — 20 years later!)