Upon A Kender With A Cold
Kalin Fireyes
As rain fell down in cold wet sheets
I came inside to rest my feet
And by fair chance I came to meet
A kender by the fire
He said no word, no greeting 'loud
He merely huddled 'neath his shroud
Shoulders hunched and head bowed
He sniffled by the fire
Now I thought I'd never see
A kender sitting so quietly
A veritable mystery
That kender by the fire
I sat down by him with a sigh
And looked that kender in the eye
And lo, he merely told me "hi"
That kender by the fire
And I said "my friend what is it so,
That makes you sit with head so low
Instead of hopping to and fro
Little kender by the fire?"
So he looked up and simply told
"good fellow, I'm suff'ring from a cold
My head, too heavy up to hold
That's why I'm by the fire."
I felt sudden sympathy
For this small figure beside me
Who suffered this so mightily
This kender by the fire
With the sniffles and the sneezes
And his occasional wheezes
And yet he still minded his p'ses
(Poetic license, get over it)
Polite kender by the fire
I rummaged through my magic pack
That I had carried upon my back
To find some help or at least a snack
For the kender by the fire
Then I pulled out a small vial
Bubbling slightly like clear bile
It truly looked quite very vile
Poor, poor kender by the fire
I handed him the glass container
"Drink it all, you'll feel better"
I wasn't sure, it might've been liquor
That I gave him by the fire
He drank it quick and made no fuss
And then kicked up lots of dust
When it cleared, he was quite mussed
That kender by the fire
He thanked me kindly and took off
Left me his name, Tasslehoff
And his cold, and a bad cough
Now I'm sitting by the fire.
Kalin Fireyes
As rain fell down in cold wet sheets
I came inside to rest my feet
And by fair chance I came to meet
A kender by the fire
He said no word, no greeting 'loud
He merely huddled 'neath his shroud
Shoulders hunched and head bowed
He sniffled by the fire
Now I thought I'd never see
A kender sitting so quietly
A veritable mystery
That kender by the fire
I sat down by him with a sigh
And looked that kender in the eye
And lo, he merely told me "hi"
That kender by the fire
And I said "my friend what is it so,
That makes you sit with head so low
Instead of hopping to and fro
Little kender by the fire?"
So he looked up and simply told
"good fellow, I'm suff'ring from a cold
My head, too heavy up to hold
That's why I'm by the fire."
I felt sudden sympathy
For this small figure beside me
Who suffered this so mightily
This kender by the fire
With the sniffles and the sneezes
And his occasional wheezes
And yet he still minded his p'ses
(Poetic license, get over it)
Polite kender by the fire
I rummaged through my magic pack
That I had carried upon my back
To find some help or at least a snack
For the kender by the fire
Then I pulled out a small vial
Bubbling slightly like clear bile
It truly looked quite very vile
Poor, poor kender by the fire
I handed him the glass container
"Drink it all, you'll feel better"
I wasn't sure, it might've been liquor
That I gave him by the fire
He drank it quick and made no fuss
And then kicked up lots of dust
When it cleared, he was quite mussed
That kender by the fire
He thanked me kindly and took off
Left me his name, Tasslehoff
And his cold, and a bad cough
Now I'm sitting by the fire.