To play a Kazoo

An idea that started off really silly, and somehow turned into this.

There once was a Wizard who wanted to play a kazoo. So he looked in his library. He found not one book, but two! He saw the first, only to shout, "Oh dear!" For it was just a cover. There were no pages to fill it. Peering at the second, he saw a spell was needed to read it. So he went searching to find: A man who sells. At the sea brine.

 

So the wizard went on a quest. An adventure. Only to find the man with an arrow in his chest and a last gasping breath. The Mage huffed. Huffed and puffed till his face was blue, and he flew into a rage to.

Calmer the next day, he walked right into a cage. His captor came along playing a kazoo. The Wizard said, "Hey! Can you teach me too?"

 

The Captor replied, "Sure, but you have to provide your own kazoo." Then the Wizard flew into a rage, again. For it seemed just the other day, he'd thrown away his kazoo.