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Traveling Along Singing A Song



Pete and Paulie were strolling along one day. The sun was bright, the air was cool, the birds chirped crazily in the trees and the squirrels  munched merrily on their nuts. Well not their nuts exactly. Nuts they found on the ground and in the gardens in the park.

Paulie felt so good he began to whistle. It wasn't any tune in particular, just one of those annoyingly tuneless whistles that wandered all over the place. Pete looked at Paulie and he squiggled up his nose and he said "What the hell is that?" Paulie replied "Oh nothing in particular. I'm just happy." "But you're not even whistling a tune" said Pete. Paulie replied "If you're so wise I'd like to see you do better, Pete."

Pete went silent for a moment and seemed to mumble to himself for a moment or two. Then he cleared his throat with a little cough, he opened his mouth and he began to sing.


"There once was a king very wise
Who spoke to his enemies in disguise
The move was quite smart
For he often would fart
Bringing streams of tears to thier eyes."

Well, Paulie laughed and laughed until his ribs hurt and he couldn't help farting himself. You know sometimes when you laugh so hard you fart at the same time? No? Well that's what Paulie did, if you can imagine."Oh that was quite the profundity oh Wise One" cried Paulie.

Replied Pete "It was a profound ditty, wasn't it?

This week's prompt from the girls at Studio30+ was profundity/wisdon. I've responded to the prompts in my own unique fashion, as ever.




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