Babbit

There once was a babbit
And a boy who fell in love with a babbit
But he never said a thing
Everyday the babbit would hop
And everyday he would want to join
And then they both could sing

But the poor boy never had the courage
To tell her
How he felt and about his love
He wondered if he could ever change
And one day
Talk to the sweet babbity dove

Everyday the babbit would sing
And sometimes
Even ask him to sing too
He couldn’t sing though
Because of his fear
Because his love was so true

One day though he walked up to her
And her weird
And imaginative ways
And he said to her face
“I have been here for a long time
Enjoying your babbittiveness
Throughout the days. “

“Ah,” she said
Not knowing what else to say
“That’s sweet”
“I have one more thing to say” He said.
“I love you little babbit
From your head down to your feet.”

She didn’t know what to say
And he was scared about
What was to be
“That’s… wow”

Crazy nobs and turning spin,
and spin and spin and spin again,
until you stop, you all will roll
and bounce and bound and slide and go,
until you find the Babbit Train.

You step right on, it whisks you off,
and never running back again,
and running back, and stopping go,
will toss you every to and fro,
while you are on the Babbit Train.

Never like a life you love,
this ride is something more than that,
a little twist and shake and spin,
and can you make a little sense,
while you are on the Babbit Train.

Not for one minute, you can count,
the seconds drag and hours fly,
and Babbit might get in your head,
and if thats so, then God forbid,
that you are on the Babbit Train.

And then when your run is up and spent,
and you can take no more of it,
you take a leap, and leave the madness,
but still, you know you'll never leave,
for once your on, your never off,
forever riding Babbit Train.

Babbit now has
A lisp
And I'm not
Making fun of her
(Regardless of what she believes)
But it's kind of
Funny because she sounds
Almost exactly like
I thought she would
And it's kind of scary

I am Babbit.
What’s a Babbit?
Most say.
Well,
I’m a Babbit.
I’m short,
excitable,
And have a tendency to hop around
For no reason.
I like cute things,
Like bunnies,
And scientific things,
Like rabbits.
I am a mixture of everything,
So it’s fitting that my name,
What everyone will call me,
Is a mixture too.
Night and day have come together,
But in the for of bunnies and rabbits.
I am Babbit.

I want to write about his eyes,
But I’m not sure their color,
And I want to write about his voice,
But I’ve never heard a word uttered.

I can write about his brain,
And the intelligence that pours out,
Or I can talk about his style,
The best without a doubt.

I want to someday write about him,
Less oblivious and more deep,
But now I just have to imagine,

I hear about others,
Asked and rejected,
And others,
accepted.
Accepted the chance,
To the game of luck,
The heart’s dance,
To love and be loved,
Or loved and dumped.
Will your heart trip and break,
Or will it waltz perfectly?
My broke and healed long ago,
And it’s ready to dance again.
Mine wishes to foxtrot with only a few,
A select few
That are already dancing,

I look out to the dark night sky,
And I think of you.
The sky is the color of your hair.

I look to my cup of tea,
And I think of you.
Your sunglasses are about that shape.

I look to the forest,
And I think of you,
It’s as quiet and mysterious as you.

I look at my computer
And I think of you,
On the other side typing away.

I look at my garden gnome,
And I think of you,

I love how the moon reminds me of your face,
And how the dancing fireflies remind me of your grace.

I love how the stars twinkle in your eyes,
And your expression when you get a surprise.

I love how your hair is wavy like the sea,
And how you spend so much time with me.

I love how your personality reflects the sky so blue,
But most of all I love you.

Rats...
Again...
And again...
And again...
Ten... times...

And the monkeys
And the ducks
And the statues!
AH!

*ok, this is sort of a joke between apples and I... It's really weird because, well, it just is.*

My only true friends
Are the rats that live in the trashcan.
My only true friends
Are the shadows in my head,
The bacteria that live inside my intestines.
My only true friends
Are the rejected and discarded pencil shavings
That have fallen on the floor,
The lost knee socks

...
Babbit is scaring me
...
*crash*
...
S-somebody, help me, pl-
...
*thud*
...
*silence*
...

Who ever thought it would be possible,
For a Babbit to be emo?
Who ever thought that a rainbow would turn grey?
Who ever thought that
The sun would go away,
Or that love would hurt so much?
That cold would be more comforting than warmth,
And that alone would be way more pleasant than togetherness?
Who ever thought that
Music could be the only medicine,

.....
Babit's beginning to scare me
.....