The Mushroom Man

Here's a story of a mushroom man
Who was a big huge mushroom fan.
One day he'd make a fungi plan
to make world's largest mushroom clan.

"I am the mushroom man, you see,
and every shroom must belong to me!
For each mushroom I'll charge a fee
And folks will gladly pay with glee!"

So went he did to the mushroom town
Where he could claim to the mushroom crown.
When he arrived he looked up and down
And showed dislike with a big, huge frown.



He searched around from far to near
Only to find what he would fear.
To him it seemed to be unclear
As to why there were no mushrooms here.

"There are no mushrooms in this place!
To me this is a big disgrace!
There is enough of this land space
To plant each single mushroom race!"

This disturbed the mushroom guy
For he could not conclude to why.
And then he looked up to the sky
To see a tiny flying fly.

"Oh little fly, please tell me so
to find mushrooms where I shall go.
I think these folk should surely know
Their fungi count is awfully low."

"Listen now," the black fly said.
"I know something that you will dread;
the mushrooms here are all now dead.
For fifty years they've not been fed!"

"Believe in this? Oh no, I shan't,
'cause leaving here is what I can't!
Some mushroom seeds is what I'll plant.
So what if fungi food is scant!"

The mushroom man was filled with joy
For mushrooms were the greatest toy!
With his plan, he'd not be coy:
He'd be the only mushroom boy!

Ninety days had come and passed,
and mushrooms finally grew at last!
He picked them quick and very fast.
His plan could now begin with blast.

"Hooray," the townsfolk shouted loud.
The mushroom man was very proud.
He'd grown mushrooms for the whole crowd!
"Hail mushroom man," they praised and bowed.

To get the shrooms they stood in file
in line that stretched almost a mile!
The people liked this fun guy's style,
"I'm mushroom man," he'd say and smile.

The people came 'round every day,
"I want my mushrooms," they would say.
In joy the kids would dance and play.
This guy had made it all okay.

The mushroom man was now the king,
'cause mushrooms were a splendid thing.
So many of them he did bring!
"This man is great," the town would sing.

Though time had passed and he grew old,
the mushroom stance he still did hold
For fungi count had grown ten fold!
They were by far worth more than gold.

The king then made his fungi nest
And in it took eternal rest.
'Til now the folks do not detest
that mushroom man was sure the best.