The Creator

[Misskermie]

He better be.

 

[bouncingbabyfig]

Eheh, true.

 

[Misskermie]

If he's think about Beth, or Annie Sue, he's done for.

 

[bouncingbabyfig]

What about Honey Bear?

 

[Misskermie]

Who...?

FOZZIE!!!

 

[bouncingbabyfig]

Honey bear was an oc (I think) in the muppet show comic books where Fozzie had an old crush on her and his ma was tryin' to set them up. Strange, but kinda cute. ^^ Ah crap. XP

 

[Misskermie]

Yeah, It the family reunion one. He liked her, but he was tired of being set up by his mom, so he had Skeeter pretend to be his girlfriend.

 

[bouncingbabyfig]

You've read it?

 

[bouncingbabyfig]

I lift my hand, he looks at me.
I open my mouth, he watches expectantly.
And... I'm voiceless. Again.

My mouth shuts and I set him on the shelf.
He still staring, bulbous white eyes and green felt.
The creator is gone, my hero, my friend.

Sighing, I walk out and close the door.
What can I do? What more?
"Give him your voice."

There's those nagging words in my head.
I scrunch my face, it's true, everything it said.
"I suppose there's not much of a choice."

I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
A place where there are secrets I keep.
In the lobby, he's there, working on a task.

I can't believe my eyes. So I ask on a whim.
I reach out to make sure. "Jim?"
He looks up, smiling. He knew I would ask.

"I need to hurry, I don't have much time."
The first thing he says, he looks perfectly fine.
"I'm scared, I feel like I'm walking on glass.

He gets that look, with index fingers under his chin.
It's so familiar, I can't help but grin.
"I know, but don't worry it will pass."

"I really need to go back now." He said.
Rushing through the doors and I wake up in bed.
Running, I open the door, what was moments felt like weeks.

I take him off the shelf, he smiles at me.
In my hand, both our mouths open freely.
Taking a breath I move my mouth...and he speaks.
~Fin

I wrote this after thinking about what it might have been like for Steve Whitmire after inheriting Kermit. Hope ya'll like! Oh! And if Steve ever reads this, I just want to let him know: Thank you. You took on a difficult task and pushed through it by putting all of your heart and soul into your job. You didn't just fill Jim's shoes, you built on his foundation.

 

[bouncingbabyfig]

Scooter
By: BBF

I may not be the greates in the biz,
But I'm smart, I'll pass any quiz.
I am the go-fer of the mupppets.
Second in comand to this scraggly crew of puppets.

Right hand man to a certain green frog,
I'm also friend to a talented dog.
I may not be handsome, or have any specialty,
But you can bet that anyone can trust in me.

I try to help the boss, I really do.
From directing chickens to fighting off the Chef's stew!
But I'm still a kid, with much learning to be had.
Just remember: I'm your go-fer, your trust-worthy lad!

This one's for Wiggie!
Colgoff who would you like a poem about?