little lester limabean

Snow Day number 3! if this poem doesn't convince you that i'm starting to go crazy, well then! :) the first picture is my family of valentine's felties. they make me happy! i will have to break up the happy family in order to spread the love and give them to people, but...it must be done. they'll be okay. here it goes:

Little Lester Limabean
Had crushing secret woes:
"I wish I were a human! How
I LONG to have some toes!
But as it is, I cannot walk,
Can't grasp, kiss, or converse.
I'm just a lowly limabean.
Could life get any worse?"
He heard about the mermaid who
Gave up her voice for legs.
"Oh, may I meet an evil witch
And do the same!" he begged.
Just then, an ancient crow
Swooped by and stared him in the eye.
"Your voice ain't much to barter with!
It's scratchy, soft, and dry!
However, I adore a plump
And juicy limabean.
You Do look quite delicious,
Just the perfect shade of green!"
"Don't eat me, ma'am! I'd rather be
A humble bean than dead!"
"Oh, really?" glared the bird. "Alright.
I'll take your name instead."
And so, for reasons unexplained,
The crow-witch worked her art,
And gave a nameless limabean
A brand-new human start.
He tottered, quite elated, on
His new born, bony feet--
"Who am I now?" he wondered--
"Gosh, I need a bite to eat!"
He settled on spaghetti at
A restaurant in town,
Then gave himself a manly name:
"I'm Branwyn Brawny Brown!"
Unfortunately, Branwyn Brown
Was not of courage made.
He was, he found out later,
Rather shamefully afraid.
The local village villain challenged
Branwyn to a fight.
Before it scarce was underway,
He ran away in fright.
"I guess I'd better change my name,"
He whispered, quite forlorn.
"I'll choose a simpler one this time,
Like...Maxwell Morris Morn."
No bully had a beef with that,
So Maxwell's life went on.
He loved to dance, he loved to eat,
And race, and grin, and yawn.