The Silly Little Poem | Ace Lee

In the land of Whimsy, where creatures all play,

Lived young Noah Presgrove, cheerful and gay.

With a heart full of wonder, a spirit so bright,

He'd dance through the day and dream through the night.

But oh, what a bother, what a terrible mess,

Injustice befell him, causing great stress.

The Whimsy folk gathered, both big ones and small,

To fight for dear Noah, to answer the call.

They marched with their banners, all colors and stripes,

With Whizzle-whomps whistling and Zigger-Zoo pipes.

“Justice for Noah!” they hollered and cheered,

Their voices like thunder, their message so clear.

The Fuzzle-wump judges with wigs tall and white,

Listened to stories from morning to night.

Of Noah’s pure heart and his deeds done so well,

They knew in their hearts they had justice to sell.

The Grizzle-groans growled, "This just isn’t right!"

The Dingle-dongle birds took off in flight.

They spread the word far, to each corner and nook,

In mountains and valleys, in each babbling brook.

The Zazzy-zoos zigzagged through each winding lane,

With justice and fairness their constant refrain.

The Glimmer-glums glowed in the night sky so high,

With messages sparkling like stars in the sky.

From Whimsy to Wuzzle, from Thimble to Thoar,

The call for true justice rang out more and more.

Until finally, oh finally, the day did arrive,

When justice for Noah was fully revived.

With glee and with joy, the Whimsy folk sang,

The bells of true freedom so merrily rang.

Noah stood tall with a smile wide and grand,

His friends all around him, a supportive band.

So let it be known, from Whimsy to here,

That justice, when fought for, will always appear.

With hearts full of courage, with spirits aglow,

We stand up for justice wherever we go.

And Noah Presgrove, with his heart pure and kind,

Will dance through the Whimsy forever enshrined.

In tales told at night, under stars shining bright,

A symbol of justice, a beacon of light.