NOT SO MUCH A GAME, AS A CONDITION!
NEW WINTER GAME–THE FAERIE SQUASH
Faeries that play in the sun
In winter have nowhere to run…
Brings them low,
Summer folk under the gun!
While winter faeries dance,
The summer ones ice up their pants…
Their comfort rescinds,
Hibernating in a trance.
They dream of summers known
While winter winds are blowing…
Someday they’ll wake
And springtime partake,
Till then they won’t be showing!