An ode to Bexsy

There once was a Bexsy so shy,
Who tripped on a pebble and launched through the sky.
She tangled in vines,
Walked into signs,
And somehow got lost without even knowing why.

She spilled all her coffee, dropped keys by the score,
And once tried to leave through a clearly marked drawer.
She’d stumble and sway,
Then laugh it away,
While accidentally face-planting straight to the floor.

One day she declared, “I’ve had quite enough!
This normal life business is far too tough!”
So she ran to the woods,
Through the pines and the shrubs,
Ignoring the brambles and all of the rough.

Then Bigfoot appeared with a puzzled old grin,
Covered in fur from his head to his chin.
And Bexsy cried, “Great!
This must be my fate!
I’ll be Bigfoot’s love slave and let the chaos begin!”

Now legends still tell, when the moon’s shining bright,
Of Bexsy and Bigfoot disappearing at night.
She still trips on logs,
And startles the frogs,
But she’s awkwardly happy, and that seems about right. 😄
@Bexsy