Life of a Deeshabum

ooooh yeah, I labeled it as "erotica" ... oh I went there ;)

it was a warm summers eve,
when a boy that we'll call steve,
roamed around his town,
wearing nothing but a frown.

The young lad had been fooled.
Dare I say even schooled.
For on this the day of Deeshabum,
All victims become truly glum.

for from nets doth jello fall,
and it shall deftly trap all,
all the people that do make fun,
of the poor poor Deeshabum.

Baseball bats in hand,
Deeshabum burninates the land.
Steve our glum lad,
Rued the day he had,
Angered the Deeshabum.

Now what is Deeshabum you say?
well, I'll have to explain it to you, some day......