"Wait!" cried Fred. "It's all a plot!
To make us happy with what we've got!
If we all surrender to his confection
our characters will be without protection!"
"Avast!" roared Troll, his hook in the jar.
"Just who the devil ye think ye are?"
"Yes," cooed Barbie, "this candy's delicious.
This MOST person fulfilled all our wishes!"
"You don't understand! He works for the writers!"
"Posh," mumbled Lady R through her éclair
"Someone so generous wouldn't work for those blighters"
"I agree," said Sykes. "I say, old boy be fair."
"Anna, Mabel - won't somebody listen?"
Rob still eating jujubes had started to glisten
The rest of the band was stuffed to the chin
Fred was the only vinegarin*
*Never ate sweets
Elf decided to let them have fun
He'd first have a shower and then take a run
At fighting the writers and when he was done
". . . wait a minute . . . 'later, gator'
He'd heard that before
One of the writers - he was sure!
Elf nodded his head, opening the shower door
Down came the bucket and his head was sore
"Fred's right, it's a trick!" But no one heard
MOST grinned at Elf's discouraging word
Mission accomplished. Characters distracted
Now @silenttomorrows could get the new
contracts enacted