“If I had a mugwump
For every warlock I
Smote fiercely with a fireball
I’d have six succubi!”
Thus spake the rogue of Harkenfell
Who wields a lengthy blade;
Many orcs by it were slewn
And many damsels laid.
The cleric sighed disdainfully,
The fighter’s belly shook,
The paladin had left the inn,
The wizard read a book,
And I the bard wrote verse on this,
The wandering hero’s life
For I am a virginal roleplayer
With a very un-roguish knife.
The Daily Travesty 