The Pumpkins Three

"The Pumpkins Three" by unknown poet

Through forest deep and forest old

Through barrowed field and lonely road

In that place you’d know as Korange

There we lived with faces orange

We are called the Pumpkins Three

We grant you wishes for a fee

Just come to us with your desire

We are the best in the empire

They came to us from here to there

but there’s one tale we’d like to share

A she-elf came to us one day

She had come from far away

She came to Korange with hair of orange

She dressed in red a maid unwed

But something there did look amiss

A something one could not dismiss

She looked quite wrong and out of place

For the maiden here had not a face

‘Twas there and then the elf in red

Beseeched us to restore her head

She wanted eyes so she could see

A mouth as well to taste her tea

But her lips she most did miss

For faceless elves can never kiss

We said we would grant her request

But first she should go on a quest

It is our notion to brew up a potion

So we three said to the she-elf in red

We thought to mix her a mighty elixir

For things that are tragic are fixed up by magic

So said we, the Pumpkins Three

But before this potion’s enveloped

We implore it must be developed

In the dungeon known as Pilver

trolls have left some Tears of Silver

fight the beast and bring them here

For we do need one silver tear

But don’t forget we need your fee

For what we do is not for free

You will go to find Keep Gurple

There you’ll find a Potion Purple

It will suffice to pay your price

We spoke our asks, she went to tasks

She fought a troll and paid her toll

Then she came here with items two

We mixed a tear into our brew

Our potion done, for that we knew

Equal to none but save a few

We cut a hole for her to drink

A grisly toll we all did think

There was a flash of brilliant light

It shined at us so blindingly bright

There was a glare and it cleared

But then and there her face appeared

It was a scare all burnt and seared

She saw she was hideous and looked quite insidious

Her face was quite horrible, ‘twas greatly deplorable

Until then we’d omitted how she’d been troll-witted

She once had a face that one could admire

But that then did change in her brush with fire

She came to us to forget her face

Better none than one out of place

Develop we can when errors we make

Better’s a man who’s learned from mistake

The lesson here of our little vignette:

Mem’ry is dear, so please don’t forget