"Bourne" fee. And me, no ticket, so
I sneak in to save dough.
Bourne speaks in the theater dark.

Flick's free and has Surroundsound, too,
Put when I set down shoe,
Something on bottom is parked.

Ain't free! It's stalled—I can't slide shoe.
It won't on the flooring glide. . .
What it is, can't decide.

"Bourne"'s free, but something is sticking;
My finger is picking
And it's torn free.

Made free. . .no stall; I can slide shoe.
What'd be on the underside:
Don't know. . .couldn't abide.

"Bourne" free. The images flick'rin';
Off my finger flickin'
What I'd torn free.