What a Bummer

Once upon a time

There was a whale falling from the sky

It liked the rushing air much better

Then the salty wet water

And it preferred the now clean light

To the filtered green of eternal night

It even liked the view

Though that round thing was getting bigger

And it grew as the whale fell faster.

This whale had no words for

“Plummet,” or “ground,” or “splatter”

So it merely sang a song

Of how lucky it was to not be a frog

That is until the whale

Made a crater in the Earth

After it plummeted to the ground and quickly splattered

The last three words, though,

That ran through the whales

Walnut-sized mind:

“What a bummer.”