Cha, Lee, and Lily were friends three;
They would have loved living life happy and free.

Pipaluk, the villain, had other plans,
Wanting to make everyone on his fingers dance.

Be it eating an apple in the wild;
Or going on a bicycle ride.
Every dream lay in a crumbled pile.

The clouds hung low, full of water,
The trio wished it would pitter-patter.

Tip-tap, tip-tap, plop, plop, plop.
Rain fell from above;
Drop, drop, drop.

A straw doll named Vera lay in wait,
Will her beloved succeed in changing her fate?

On Lazarus, a battle would be fought,
One must strike the iron when it's hot.

Here's to hoping Pipaluk takes the bait.
Or all shall end in checkmate.

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[Word count: 123]

Written for Round 3, Part 2 of The Spec-fic SmackDown.