Once in a blue moon do the days come cold,
And youngens gather round a fire like in days of old.
They seek entertainments, for electricity left them,
Cold and boring with mishaps and mayhem.
In their circle sits an English learned man
With fair pale skin and fair pale hands
He has a brother or two who work in doubles
Should you see them, prepare for troubles.
They don the names Mike, Jon, and David respectively
The last one though does not socialize effectively
With the rest of the circle. Next to Mike sits Leo.
Do not speak to him for he will answer, Tengo frio
He has a sharp tongue and an eye for tennis,
No one knows his nationality, though his ancestors hail from Venice.
Across from these two sat Calvin and Kitty
A fun pair: cute, cuddly, kind, and witty.
Sophie sits perpendicular, who often speaks amiss
Self-righteous and self-acknowledged, she is surely ignorant.
Close to her seat, Wyatt sits politely,
Who keeps Sophie in place. GTFO he would ask nicely.
Outside the circle, DD spins around and around
Listening to Luka, who to him she astounds.
Except Kholdstare, Everyone is cold due to harsh weather.
They all talk and complain, waiting to do something better.
Then suddenly Turles stood up tall
With his gloriousness and authority and all
He silenced his friends, those unknown and unnamed,
And offered to them all an offering of a game,
This predicament has left us all bored and stale,
So I ask you all, how about of each a tale?
A story, each of us will tell
And for those unwilling, Ill send him to hell.
The winner, when all is said and done
Will be the first to take light from the sun.
So let us begin, with you over there.
For us today, do you have a story to spare?