From the Poet, Bored

Seen In The Woods

I’m a little chipmunk
Short and striped
Throw me a peanut
Then you’re my type.

A ditzy lil’ ditty

There once was bold little cleric
Who’d try to fix ghastly ol’ Merrick
As lords, when they’re older
Their hearts grow much colder
Their guts, they turn simply choleric.

Then one day this dwarf-ette, out of it
Faced grapple-theft by callous midget!
‘Course I would her save
(And loot the whole cave)
Trapped Scyther made ‘possum a profit!

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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by byakushin on November 6, 2011 at 9:08 pm

    Commentary from an avid reader:

    There was a young cleric named Ditzy
    Who was feeling a little bit frisky
    She went out one day
    Out o’er Valdrath’s way
    And kicked the bucket right blitzy!

    (If you don’t believe it, just ask Mortus!)

    Reply

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