On the third day of when in the land of the Frostic
life was tough and unusually caustic.
Hope was diminished, it fell out of style,
politeness was finished and no one would smile.
The Greeder now ruled and ate with a whim
whatever he wanted and he was not getting slim.
Unlike the people, pinched by the freeze
(on everything cheerful - they called it the Greeze).
You know - like Greeder and freeze all mashed together?
Greeze rolled off the tongue like inclement weather.
Which was not that uncommon, since he’d swallowed the sun.
In fact, he ate ALL the good things, related to fun.
But deep in the shadows of everyday places
lived a small band of outcasts with cute smiling faces.
They were the Savages, just ignorant hicks,
prone to outbursts of laughter and the pulling of tricks.
They were quite happy, in spite of the freeze,
but the regular folks groaned in the grip of the Greeze.
They were unschooled pranksters, but terribly shy,
and like faeries and elves they were not prone to sigh.
They all played charades and marched in parades
and were quite widely known for their brave escapades.
The Greed told the Savages, “GET OUT! Leave my scene!”
So they flew off to search for the Queen.
Who’d been banished, of course, when the Greed came to power.
On the third day of when, it was a very dark hour.
*to be continued...why, I don't know.
What else is a fella to do on a cold rainy day?
With no where to be and now where to go?