The Rinkiks and Siv (Part II)

Once the world ended
The Rinkiks found Siv,
With all else upended
And little to give
They left where they sat
And walked their whole chunk
In three minutes flat
Just to see they were sunk.
Or sinking, at least,
(Was their rock all springs?)
From a storm to the east
(To the east were all things).
The one spring they had
Had bubbled a cloud
That turned thunder mad
And was now spitting proud.
The Rinkiks climbed up to sit on Siv’s head,
With permission of course
They brought their fine breads
And picnicked in force
Along with a newt
Who introduced himself with:
“You may call me Bragoot
Pleurodelinae the Fifth.”