Timothy the Narwhal

I tried to think of something to write about. I really did. But I failed, so in the meantime, please enjoy this poem I wrote about a narwhal:

Timothy the Narwhal

didn't like the sea.

He wished to live upon the land,

but that could never be.

One day Timothy,

while frying up some eggs,

happened to look upon his tail,

and he was growing legs!

He cried out in great joy

and rushed up to the land.

The great green grasses waved at him

as he flopped upon the sand.

He stomped around quite clumsily,

sweet as sugar cane,

until he stubbed his brand new toe

and cried out in great pain.

Timothy the Narwhal screamed,

"The land is not for me!"

and dove in with his great big horn

and swam back to the sea.