Written for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative
Challenge #080. I chose Pic #4.
Here’s where the image took me.

Nobody told Bob the war was over.
For eighty years he’d floated and bounced in the North Atlantic, doing his job …. or trying to. Ships would approach and Bob would think “this is it, this is my moment”, and then they’d veer off at the last second. Every single time.
It was demoralizing, frankly.
When the harbor authority finally fished him out and planted him in this park, he’d hoped for some dignity. A plaque, perhaps. Instead, children poked him with sticks and pigeons used his horns for target practice.
Still, Bob had to admit the grass was nice. The trees. The misty mornings.
A jogger ran past and glanced over. Bob sat very still, wearing his most menacing expression.
The jogger took a photo and kept running.
“Eighty years”, Bob thought, “and not once.”
NAR©2026
This is “The Thing-Ummy-Bob (That’s Going To Win The War)” by Gracie Fields
Everything seen here was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Eighty years of solitude. Poor Bob, he only wanted to do his job. And I love the music tie-in 🥰🥰🥰
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Thanks for your wonderful comments and this excellent image, Crispina. It was a pleasure writing the story! 😌
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Such creative personification and his name, another delightful element! 🌊✨
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Michele, you may be the only one who commented on the tongue-in-cheek meaning of his name and for that you get a gold star! ⭐️ Thank you for your most charming comments; it’s always a thrill to know my creative efforts are appreciated. I am so pleased you enjoyed my fun little story. 😌
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💛😊✨
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Hahahaha! Only you would come up with something like this. Poor Bob… never did get his shining, erm, explosive moment!
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He da Bomb! 💣 Grazie, cara sorella. This was such a delightful piece to work on. 😊
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Buahahahaha|
You did it justice 🙂
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This is absolutely too clever! And the thing-ummy- bob song was just too perfect!
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So glad you enjoyed this little bit of fun! Thanks so much.
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This Bob tale blew ME away. Mission accomplished!
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Bob’s da Bomb! 💣
Thanks, Ron.
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I initially took your title the wrong way. Thank goodness this is not your last post!
A shame Bob never got to go pop.
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No, I’ll probably just fade into the sunset one day! 🌅
Do you remember hearing this old song, dear Keith?
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Great post, and a apt & hilariously titled photo!
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He bombed! Thanks, Liz 😂
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Or maybe, simply…he da bomb!
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Bob is a deactivated British Mk XVII contact sea mine from the Second World War designed to explode upon physical impact with a ship’s hull and he never got his chance to go off.
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So frustrating! Thanks for that. Excellent info, Jim.
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A bomb only has one job, and Bob was left unfulfilled on his mission.
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Poor Bob the bomb
Now he’s just a dirty pom-pom ….
https://youtu.be/a6qbojp6sFU
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“Subterranean Homesick Blues”! Excellent, my dear Ivor 🩵 🎶
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I think we’re all glad that Bobby is still around 🎶💙
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Yes siree Bob! 😂
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Oh poor Bob 😔you really gave him character Nance I love it 😃
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Poor Bob deserves better! Thanks for a lovely comment, Ange. Your feedback is so important to me 💜 Found you in spam again ☹️
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You feel so sorry for him, but at least they didn’t paint him some garish colour!
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You make an excellent point, Di. That would’ve added insult to injury!
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🙂
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So much waiting for him.
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The unfulfilled existence of a sea mine! Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome.
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