Cindy Loo You

It took her some years before it was built:
a eco-resort full of huts up on stilts
where Broga and birdies were frequently seen
with Gizmornan tourists and sometimes a Bleen.
For the rule Cindy made was "Peace is the thing"
and she let the You's keep all their beds made of string
while importing hammocks from that far off town
where the people where happy with never a frown.

Her uncle stayed close and taught the guests yoga,
the birds taught them singing, and dancing by Broga,
until the world over Cindy’s Place was so famous
she had nothing to do but kick the odd ignoramus
off the dock when they got a bit tipsy and forward
for Cindy seemed never to turn her gaze shoreward
but stared out to sea as if she expected
someone to come riding the foam unaffected
by years and by distance; she knew in her heart
that when that occurred a new adventure would start.

"You know, little Big, life is good, life is grand,
but oh do I wonder what became of that man."

Just then somewhere else, in a far remote time
the stranger rode on through the Vale of Slubime,
but he spoke to his morse, saying "Lead on McDuff!
I’ve been parted from her for too long. It’s enough!"