The Whimsy-Wobble Wicket Walk

Down the bend of Wicket Walk,

Where doodle-birds and dreamlings talk,

A Whimsy-Wobble wandered by

With twirly toes and tickled sky.

It hummed a tune of zig‑zag cheer,

A melody you’d almost hear—

But only if you tilt your head

And let your thoughts dance out instead.

It juggled jelly-jars of light,

It painted shadows soft and bright,

It whispered, “Come along, my friend,

The world is wider ’round the bend.”

So off I skipped with wobble-glee,

Past peppermint ponds and the Bumbletree,

Where giggle-winds blew hats askew

And every step felt something new.

We leapt through loops of lavender air,

We tiptoed past a startled chair,

We chased a cloud that chased us back

Across a marshmallow mountain track.

And when the sun began to dip,

The Whimsy-Wobble gave a tip:

“Keep wonder tucked behind your ear—

It helps you hear what others fear.”

Then off it swirled into the night,

A ribbon made of fading light,

And I walked home with brighter eyes—

A pocket full of small surprise.