Fozzie walked a fine line
at the beach that day,
drawn in the sand, it was.
He walked it down a long long way
Hop-skipping he hippity-jumped.
If that makes no sense
(as you might say)
Then imagine that Fozzie
didn’t go to the beach that day.
Imagine he didn’t flap round in the sand
or whistle foam bubbles out his nose
as he ran. Imagine he didn’t
Imagine he wouldn’t.
Imagine he simply, not possibly couldn’t.
Do what you will
imagine or don’t.
I’m guessing you wont.
Just a quick note- the prompt today was to write a “sea shanty”. I’m tired and in a whimsical mood right now so a silly little rhyming story happened instead. I actually kind of love it.