In the town of Thud-Thimble, where whispers would whir,
And the wind only blew if permission occurred,
Lived a group dressed in gray, with a rulebook so thick—
They were called Morality Police (quite the trick!).
They marched in a line with their noses held high,
And their eyes squinted small, like a needle-threaded tie.
They sniffed out the dancing, the laughter, the glee—
If you smiled too wide, you'd get fined by decree!
"Too bright!" they would cry if your socks had some flair.
"Too loud!" they would bark at the bounce in your hair.
They'd scold you for jokes, they'd scold you for cake—
("That frosting," they'd say, "could cause morals to break!")
They'd measure your giggles, they'd weigh every grin,
They'd check if your coat showed a centimeter of skin.
If your shoes looked too shiny, or your walk was too free,
You'd be tossed in the Box of Approved Modesty.
They carried Big Books with pages galore
Filled with "NOs" and "DON'Ts" and a thousand things more.
"No kissing on Tuesdays!" "No singing in pairs!"
"No hats with a tilt!" "No questionable stares!"
But the folks of Thud-Thimble grew tired and pale,
Their joy had been jailed, their laughter set sail.
Then young Biddy Bop, with her polka-dot toes,
Wore a hat full of colors and dared strike a pose.
"That's illegal!" they cried. "That's improper and wrong!"
But Biddy just laughed and burst into song.
Her voice flew through Thimble like thunder in May,
And something peculiar happened that day...
A chuckle! A chortle! A knee-slapping snort!
It escaped from a man in the Minister's Court!
Then a twirl from a teacher, a wink from a nun—
The sillies were spreading! The sillies had won!
The Morality Police tried to frown and forbid,
But their rulebook just flopped with a puff and a skid.
For rules built on fear, when faced with delight,
Tend to wobble and tumble and give up the fight.
So now in Thud-Thimble, folks dress how they please,
With tutus and top hats and socks to their knees.
They dance and they doodle, they hum as they please—
And the old gray police? Well, they've all joined the tease.
They learned something true as they laughed in the breeze:
Morality's more than just harsh "don't-do" decrees.
It lives in our hearts, not a uniformed frown—
And joy, once awakened, won't easily drown.
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