The Goblin King in a palace lived,
And ruled with an iron fist,
And spent his days drinking tea
And sometimes playing whist.
The Demi-Lich said, “In my home
Your doom you’ll surely meet.”
The line to get in’s a mile long,
And there’s no parking on the street.
Once upon a time, there was a Bard
Whose poems were too short.
You’d think that joke’s too old to go here.
You’re wrong, I’m sad to report.
…and if that’s not indignity,
Cause of grave despair,
Behold! I’m not even telling
The one ’bout the Owlbear.
Some giant mouths are inners,
Some tentacles are outers
The total party? TPK.
From pure random encounters.
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