The Village

A nonme Rouna bears a happy hue.
His simple life is full of work and joy.
This man, who’s small and plump has humor too;
This froggish man is playful like a boy.

Through clever antics, jokes and every toy,
The lively folk in Shaentha laugh and cry.
A snakish zarme Zhankna, hates his joy.
And treasures nothing Rouna’s wont to try.

The house of snakish Zhankna’s lonely there,
But also clean and neat. While working hard
He leaves his lonely house and fills the air
With snaky shouts at kids beside his yard.

“Your opened books or chores but never play
Is what your tender age demands of you!”
Says Zhankna there in quite a dumb display.
He waves his cane and taps his glasses too.

The pavement ball the nonme kids retain
While Zhankna groans beside his perfect yard.
As Rouna sees the children’s stress and pain
He saunters towards the kids to be their guard.

“A little play beneath the peaking light
Is hardly cause for shouts and constant grief”
A smiling Rouna says to ease their fright
Which bolsters up his role as humor’s chief.

“That’s not the point!” old Zhankna then replies.
“They need to strive for more than play and jokes.
It’s late for you, but not for them to rise.”
With cane in hand, it’s Rouna gut he pokes.

“I’d rather taste of sweet and round desserts
Then withered grapes on vines that never bear.”
The snarky, boisterous Rouna’s smile asserts.
“Perhaps you need a hint of what is fair.”

In days and weeks, the happy Rouna’s sights
Are set on quite the rowdy prank to make.
With froggish kids, in days and nights,
In brush they croak around the lake.

The nonme teens enjoy the fun as well
And Zhankna seethes with rage. He loudly says
“I hope you know that I can surely tell
That folk like you can’t spare the time to play!”

But now the noise of froggish croaks are merged
With sounds of every beastly bellow, call or squawk.
By folk in town, the shouts of Zhankna’s purged –
Through every sound and how they gladly talk.

As Rouna leads the folk who played this game,
He says to Zhankna there - dismayed and stern,
“Appeasing bitter folk’s a worthless aim.
To mock is best for those who’ll never learn.”