The Boobleman

Some people will say that there’s no Shangradee,

That it isn’t so real, but I know what I see.

Where man's home has a keel, and his roof is some brie.

And the snow’s kind of green and the trees are a sea.

Well, I do not care what the naysayers say!

The Boobleman’s there, and he lives there to stay.

A wondrous place, Shangradee is today.

For everyone’s poor, and the people don't fray.

They aren’t unhappy, for they know it not,

Now everyone’s happy, but nothing is rot.

But Boobleman needed some more for his fun,

He often came here just to play in the sun!

The morning dews, I slept at home, 

the sun, it rays, but what’s that dome?

“You have got to get up! It is now a new day!

We’ve got places to break, we’ve got people to prey!"

Sometimes he will come in here when I am gray.

“Today there’s a lot of big fun we can play!”

My bestie, the Boobleman’s head blocks the sun,

“So will you get up! It is time for some fun!”

The Boobleman lived for my home as it shines!

There weren't complaints, and he never had wines! 

My farm, it was quiet, no mooing, or goats,

So where are the sheep and so where are my oats?

The Boobleman burped, and he rubbed his whole tummy

“The farm was so tasty, and, yes, kind of yummy!”

Alright! I am up, so just stop with my farm!

So let’s get a move on before there’s  more harm!

I skipped out of skivvies and hopped out of bed,

Because something’s nutty, and haunting my head!

I jumped out of bed before piggy was lunch

For sure, I’d have heard a loud grind and a crunch!

The Boobleman’s nice, and a great friend to know,

But to be in his presence, you’ll need extra dough.

Abrasive and odd is what he tends to be.

Peculiar and strange, they are all, Shangradee.

I hopped out the window. We bounced down the street.

The Boobleman’s full, but I needed to eat.

The Boobleman gave me some candy to nibble

Why didn’t he eat it? Well, I didn’t quibble.

As we left the farm behind us, well, I noticed something’s downed.

For the ranch sign was behind me, in a puddle, it was drowned !

The Boobleman looked kind of funny today.

His legs, they were pale, and his face, it was gray. 

The Boobleman flustered and scampered in bounds. 

“The time that we get there, my trees will be mounds!”

“For years, Shangradee was a great place to be. 

The shindigs would shine, and the dances were free!

But now there were things that were wrong with the sea”

“Did the water look funny and slow like some honey?

Or maybe it’s green like a handful of money?”

“Now stop with the guessing! This isn’t the sea!

It’s that what is new there! It's Riggers of Three! 

When Shangradee lay, all the wonders, they'll lie,

The people will sadden and bawl till' they die!

A torrent, they grow, it’s a place that you know. 

The Burpees, they’re gassy, and Gassies, they glow. 

They’re happy together, they eat Pricky Bees,

Whenever Bees die they’re reborn in the seas!

Nothing is something, and something is free. 

When up is a down, and a right is a left. 

A Bulbous Staccato takes  actions that's deft

Forever those beings, they die in a loop,

For this is a land of primordial soup. 

The Riggers of Three, they’re all new to this place. 

They’re gassing the Burpees until freedom dies!

They’re friendly and nice, and they’re mute like a mouse.

But people don’t mind because they rid the louse. 

They’re lighting the Gassies until they're all lies. 

The Bees, they go hungry, a sad site to see 

And everyone hates when they fear what they are

So the land, Shangradee, now it lives with a scar.”

“These Riggers of Three, for they really do suck!”

“ I should think that they need to be moved with some luck!”

So I ran to the needs of a place that was odd,

 where just because others may see other sod.

And though people could not believe in this place,

The grass may be greener in this better space. 

the innocent people need structure to guide,

Their fear, it was lost, so their fear couldn’t hide. 

The Riggers of Three, now they like when it’s sunny

And this was a place were it’s  half clouds and funny. 

They built fans of steel and they blew them away,

The people, they said, well, I guess that's OK. 

And then warmer, it got, so then dryer it be,

And the water, it left, and it dried up the sea. 

“Then, maybe that’s fine”, said the whole Shangradee, 

“We’ll just make them friends, like the Vipers of Lee”.

The world wasn’t perfect, the Riggers, they see. 

And Vipers were scary, so, “off with their heads!”

The snakes, they all left from this place Shangradee,

So maybe, these Riggers, they’ll sleep in their beds. 

“So maybe it’s better without all the snakes.”

A Shangradee man, a new comment, he makes. 

“But, hey! You will love it! The world will be great!”

As soon as we make of these trees to be late”

A Rigger, he grinned, and he patted his side. 

“This land will be better, this place will abide. 

The locals, they listened, it sounded the best,

“You listen to people, and do what they say.

The Riggers are happy and have lots of zest!

This place will be best just like that anyway.“

But Boobleman knew what this world didn’t see 

He had what they didn’t - the human in me. 

And now I can see why the Boobleman’s sad,

The sea was no sea, and its sand looked so mad.

The trees weren’t flowing and there wasn't snow. 

The towering vista had fans for the show. 

The Boobleman stared with a loose twinkly wink. 

A plan was amuck! He was being a stink. 

Why did the Riggers decide to come here?

But peeps weren't dying and crying in fear.

The Riggers, they weren’t a fun little group. 

But Boobleman snorted and chortled a whoop!

“Oh, This will be fun! You can’t buy this with money. 

We now will have fun that might even be funny. 

Just look at the air!  For the sun is so sunny!”

I’m thinking of what was the best thing to do. 

For feeding a trick, that’s a bad thing to brew.

But people were dying and couldn’t self-help.

And they hadn’t the knowledge to give me a yelp. 

If change didn’t happen, there would be more pain. 

They had nothing to give. They had nothing to gain. 

But I knew what I did for this hard situation

Would bring him some laughter and grand jubilation. 

A time is the best to turn backs to a group,

To best prove a point, and to best never stoop. 

But this was a crisis, and not the right time

To make a good point and to not stop a crime. 

I took a great shovel and started to dig,

Because going deeper, then places, I'd rig.

As I kept to digging, the water went free,

And then I would bop the big mice of the sea.

The shovel was heavy, I scraped off the mud,

I bonked their big heads, and I scattered their blood.

The vipers were happy, so they turned around,

And they followed the ditches, well straight underground.

The vipers were giddy, the Riggers, they bloomed.

Together they thrived, and together they boomed.

“Well, what are you doing? Now this isn’t fun!”

The Boobleman shook and in circles he’d run!

“Now what will I do when this fun isn't funny,

If you make this alright like  milk and some honey?”  

But everything’s sad with the skies as they were,

The sand, it was hot and so bleak and a blur.

The riggers made noise, as the fans made a blow,

The skies became clearer, so clouds didn’t stow.

Inside these, the fans, they were most kooky things!

"We're building the muggelty wuggelty wings."

Hello my good friends, do you see the sky?

With all these devises, well, now you can fly!

And since Shangradee, they had nothing to blunder.

The skies were all clear and their fear turned to wonder.

"It’s seventy dollars, and then you can sore!"

“But we are all grounded because we are poor!”

"Well you’re all in luck! Because we can’t keep up!

We’ll give you some jobs and then you will get sup!

We’ll give you some extra to save and to scrounge,

And soon you’ll be flying instead of a lounge!"

The people, they screamed and they laughed and they cheered

But some thought it was odd and so funny and weird.

They still wanted flight. That sure seemed so great!

But none of that 'working for strangers' of late!

They opened some markets for people to try. 

The food, it was needed for people to buy.

They new they were smart, "Yes, we'll stay from the Riggers".

“We’ll get all our wings and we needn’t those figures.”

But some needed bikes and some whitchimaweepers,

Because, work, it was far from their homes and their sleepers.

So money was spent on those things that they needed,

And soon they would fly, they had hoped and they heeded.

Some people liked people who worked a bit harder,

And that meant to some that there’s more from the larder.

And biking was draining, and energy went,

And so they rode faster, so they could work longer.

The wealthy worked longer- New wings would be lent!

So they would get wings a bit faster as spent.

The lazy stayed home, and they didn’t have wings, 

But they were still happy, they’re grounded in things.

The work, it was tiring, vacations they needed,

So many, they went where they never were seeded!

For some, they had fun and adventures were sent,

They never came back, and they stayed where they went!

I started to wonder what Boobleman did,

If he made this intended, or acted, a kid!

People were happy but theft it was bad.

So Boobleman was a new sheriff, they had. 

Some people will say that there’s no Shangradee,

That it isn’t so real, but I know what I see.

But the people, they fly on a breeze with the wings!

They export those muggelty wuggelty things!

They invite the new Riggers into their house,

The Riggers are friendly, and mute like a mouse.

A home has a keel, and the roof is some brie.

The town uses cars, and they like drinking tea!

The people are happy, and even with change

They like their new neighbors, and even if strange!

For the harder they work for the life that they feel

where the love of the strife makes it whole and more real.

Where the strength of the life is the strength of the rest,

and the change of it all makes it grow into steel