Burble the Blimp and Kirby the squiggle


Burble the blimp was never good with words, nor could she hold a tune,
With her magnanimous voice and tone alike she could make the dead bloom.
She was worse in many things but of all in maths she sucked,
Where 1 + 1 would be three and this she masked with blatant luck.
Kirby was sired from a long line of well established gibberish,
For him the world was a filled with lines and somehow always seemed a bit bluish.
If ever there were a stranger pair, i would glady wax an ode,
But since I know only of them, the story of Blimp and Kirby so goes.
They found each other lost within the spaces of there mind.
One was in search of multiplicity the other the end of the line.
Crashing into each others world they found a certain crescent,
Where Burble knew the exact science of Kirby's linear predicament.
"2 + 2 may be five, But I know what drives you mad,
The shortest distance between two points in called in this part of the world a cab."
Kirby stopped to think a while to what Burble had said,
That's the key to the mystery that lay deep inside his head.
So Kirby lit the grey big lamp, the one which had lay inside asleep,
He said to Burble you will always be mine, your wisdom shall i keep.
Burble was so joyous with joy she could hardly think,
They both were lost and not concerned that Burble was a blimp.
The wisdom of your wise ones say that when a blimp is dire,
She may grow so big with hope and lust that the she might just expire.
Burble grew and grew till she was afloat and with her she carried Kirby,
Only to realize that that Kirby was barbed she should have seen that surely.
I shall not go on for I am saddened with grief for what was to happen,
I leave you with the sound that rung and left the night dampened.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

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