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Post by Joe the Revelator on May 25, 2015 2:35:11 GMT
Author: Kay Cowl
Category: Tabletop Gaming Sub Category: Tales of Adventure
Post Preference: Filler, any day
A pot for a helmet, A kite for a shield, A trout for a dirk, The Ogre did wield.
A hero was he Alone in his head. With tattered regalia To the battle he sped.
His stallion bah'd bravely And lept from the hills. Fleet hoofs and curved horns Filled villains with chills.
In the field they were met The Ogre and steed, By menfolk with notions Of conquerous deeds.
The Ogre saluted And valiantly charged The party of adventurers Led by the bard.
His pot helm was dinted His shield torn to scrap, His dirk struck their faces With a resounding wet slap.
For the Ogre was vegan His bulk was for show Never in his life Had he traded a blow.
Laugh the men did, At the Ogre's daft act. But mirth was short lived For they were under contract.
To this day the bard brags Of the Ogre's defeat, And of the black-eyed stallion And his terrible bleat.
This one's ready to be move to draft on the site - Joe
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