The Tale of Mister Sneuss and the Fuddleroo

In the land of the Jibberjab trees,

Lived Mister Sneuss, as free as a breeze.

With his wife, sweet Bumbelbee, under the sun,

They wrote fun tales, for everyone.

Then one day, Bumbelbee got ill,

No more laughter, time stood still.

In the house where they penned Whoozlewooz,

Silence fell, no more razzamatazz.

While Bumbelbee lay in her Snoozlenook bed,

A thought began to swirl in Sneuss’ head.

Along came a Fuddleroo, so bright and new,

Her giggles echoed, ‘round the skies so blue.

Mister Sneuss, enchanted by her jest,

Forgot his promise, ignored his quest.

He wandered in the Fuddleroo’s joyous spin,

While Bumbelbee battled, a fight she couldn’t win.

In the heart of Sneuss, hidden away,

The truth of his acts, in shadows lay.

But truth, like the sun, finds its way,

And the land of Jibberjab, it did sway.

Oh, the Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz cried, with a voice so clear,

“Remember, Mister Sneuss, what you hold dear.

The times of laughter, the tales you’d spin,

Underneath the Jibberjab trees, in the evening’s din.”

But it was too late, the deed was done,

Bumbelbee’s journey, it was run.

The Fuddleroo with Sneuss, now forever,

But the memory of Bumbelbee, they’d sever.

This tale, dear reader, may seem quite sad,

A story that makes us feel quite bad.

But remember, when we choose to stray,

It’s not just our hearts that will pay.

For in each choice, there is a cost,

And in our haste, much can be lost.

So remember Sneuss, the scribe untrue,

And let his tale, guide what you do.

Be kind, be true, in all your ways,

And cherish all your sunny days.

For life, my friend, is a fleeting dream,

Best lived with love, as your theme.