The Winding, Brinding Adventure Path

On this whimsically adventure,

You’ll take your first step

On a misshaped path

That you’ll never expect.

Sure, it’ll be confusing, and sure, the path will be a little bit boring.

But once you step on, you’ll never want to go back!

 

Take it from me, the little voice in your head.

Flurring, Twirling, Brewing, Truing.

I come along away, from where the purple munkle made a bed.

I know that sounds strange, about where I come from in your head.

But trust me, I’m more than I am read.

 

You know the little bugs, the creepy crawly things in the thlugs? 

Well, I am that bug, the bug on all thlugs!

I am tall, I am long, I am like a theetle bug.

But we do not brew and we do not sit, 
Especially for long once we’ve done our long done.

 

But I am here to help you;

Watch your step on those uggs.

I am here to tell all that I know,

And to tell you that what you already don’t know.

 

That whimsically adventure may be harsh at all times,

Not like a fairy tale, not like the books.

But also it’ll be a lot of fun,

You never know when you’ll go a flow!

 

Now being here at your first step,

You’re on your way to a victory.

But wait, but wait!

You’re planning, you’re planning!

Stops right now, don’t plan to go near the Huckle Buckle Flows.

 

Close your eyes since I’m your mind’s eye.

I know that flow is nice, so beautiful at ease.

Especially when a friend is more beautifully at ease
Than you are with any kind of wild cheese.

This may not make sense, not right at the least.

 

But take the chance to go on an adventure 
For once in your life.

So go take the Mubble Double,

It might be at the right price.

That friend may not like it,

But this is your path is to behold.

 

Grinding, Flyding, Liding, Plyding.  

The path is now too blinding.

You’re scared of the Truckle Monster,

Who’s been lurking around the place.

He’s made it hard for you to trust a hand;

His hand is just like yours and mine.

Yet the Truckle has 40 inched fingers,

And his fur is like the Minktles.

So feel around, and whip the worries away. 
When you feel a true, trusting hand,

Let it pull you out of that sheering light,

And take a chance to thank them in return.

 

Your savior has now become your best friend,

A trustful, grustful friend that has your back at all ends.

Through Truckles, Pees Wees, and Weezle Pullums,

They’ve given you hope, they’ve given you a smile.

They’ve given you memories that’ll fly for all miles.

Don’t give them up, even if all goes up in fire.

 

The fire will die sooner than you think,

And it’ll always be just a part of the past.

 You know that in true words, you’ve

Also become one of the friends that’ve been there for them

Through their Truckles, Pees Wees, and Weezle Pullums.

 

Walking down the swirly, pink covered path,

You see a Crumble Zutzle in need of some Zeez.

You wonder and ponder on what this Zeez is,

Suddenly remembering what the old tree had said.

“The Zeez is a flower, a flower of great flunder. 
It’ll cure a Crumble Zutzle of a mere tummy grumble.” 

 

So searching high and low,

And all around in a spin,

You finally find the Zeez,

And give it to the hungry Crumble Zutzle.

“Oh thank you, oh thank you!

I humble your great service!

You’ve saved me from hunger!

Now thanks to your great findings,

I will inform my village of what where

Will find more food for the freelies to come.”

 

Then out of nowhere, you can’t find the Crumble Zutzle, 
Looking around until you find it no more,

And you continue to go down the pink path that’s not such a bore.

 

There are many things in life that I can’t predict for you,

Like where you will end up when this whimsically adventure is finally over

Or the things that you will meet at a zig zagged road.

But what I can know is that everything will be hopefully

What you have wished for; meeting news friends and accomplishing a victory.

Like when you ran away from the Truckle almost ate you alive.

 

So take that path that’s so unexpected! 
You’ll never know when you meet a Wuvval Lubble. 

Author's Note

I'm trying to make this like a Dr.Seuss type of story. I hope it worked!
I'm using a rhyming couplet in this, which is how Dr.Seuss wrote his stories.

But what I'm trying to teach through this story type poem is that you shouldn't plan for things. When I say that, I mean just plan for some things. Not everything. Trust me, I know how it is because I planned my whole life out..well, up to college, anyways. I wanted to got to a really nice college like a university or just a college, not a community college, like I'm going to now. And I wanted certain things in my life to be a certain way,but they didn't happen the way I wanted it to. Eventually, everything worked out for me...and you never what's going to happen to you!

And I even took a chance on a few things; like having my first job. I didn't know that having that job would change my life in a good way; meeting new people, experiencing new things. My first paycheck felt rewarding because I worked for it. Also, try hard to keep the friends that are worth it and that are true to you. I learned and lost, but I knew who my true friends were.

Yes, I may sound like I'm talking to a group of seniors graduating from high school in some presentation and I'm the most boring person in the world if I was really talking to you. But it might come back and hit you in face with "What If's". And I guess everybody should have to know these types of things all over again, even up until you're dead.

And the munkle in the beginning is an animal with a bird's beak and walrus' tusks mixed together..and has a tiger's tail... and is fluffy. :]
...I hope I made sense, though. I really hope I did. With my little speech paragraphs explaining the story and what not. I've stayed up later than I should have.

BUT HAPPY NEW YEARS (EVE)!

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Oddly enough, Who's Line is It Anyways gave me the inspiration, especially in the beginning of this clip. ;D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBEDQSaZyek