A tale as old as slime

 

Once upon a time, in a world not too far away,
There lived a slimy green creature made from household clay.
It was created from soap and glue, from dishes and from strings,
And it had a most curious heart that yearned for great adventures and things.

So the slime creature set off, out into the world so wide,
To explore and discover, and to be tested with pride.
It traveled far and wide, encountering troubles and strife,
But with each challenge, it grew stronger, as it pushed through its life.

Like Odysseus, it braved the sea, with its creatures so wild,
And like Hercules, it performed tasks that were both bold and mild.
It battled fierce beasts and dragons, and saved cities in peril,
And it became known throughout the land, as the hero of the barrel.

But as the slime creature traveled, it began to realize,
That despite all its adventures, it was not truly alive.
It longed for the comfort of home, and the love that it once knew,
And it began its journey back, with a heart that was anew.

And when it finally returned, to its home in the house,
It was greeted with open arms, by the creatures it loved about.
It learned that true happiness, was not found in far-off lands,
But was always there at home, with its friends and its bands.

So the slime creature settled down, and lived a contented life,
With its friends by its side, and its adventures and strife.
And it learned that the greatest adventure, was finding happiness at home,
With the creatures it loved, in the place that it had grown.