The Lonely Man

There was man.
A lonely man.
The lonliest man that could be.
And that man, that lonely man, decided to take a T.
He bent that T every which way, until it resembled an L.
And that man that lonely man, he thought, "What the Hell?"
I'll make these lines into a whole new letter, which he named TRAZELLE.
It looked like a 2, only with a shoe, and with squigglees at the end called Qees..
It was an amazing letter, one which i cannot share, for it would taint the mystery.
Once this letter caught on, the man...yes, that lonely man, decided to make a history.
He thought up far off lands, with mountains and goats, and shores.
He thought up kings and queens, and big ugly boars.
He'd tell them how they made TRAZELLE and how it came to be.
He'd tell them how it was the first letter, yes, the mother bee.
Yes, everyone, this man made many new friends, with whom he'd share his tales.
Whenever they were bored his stories never failed.
He get them excited, he'd get them hopping.
By the end of his story, he'd have their ears popping!
Could this be true?
Could this be real?
How did TRAZELLE survive these ordeals?
Soon enough, they'd begun to love it.
They worshipped it in every way.
And soon they forgot of the lonely man, they forgot what he used to say.
And then the man was lonely, as he was destined to be.
For if he wasn't solitary, this story wouldn't be.