Limericks
The Lumberjack's marriage was good
But he chopped longer hours than he should.
For anniversary present,
he thought a spice rack as pleasant,
his wife frowned as she "barked" "Yew wood!"
Ranger alone in the City Undead.
Swordless with only his horse in it's stead.
But one kick of it's shoe;
And the Lich he was slew:
"Hi ho!" and away Silver sped.
The ghost sat and shed tear after tear;
though the house of the healer was near.
At last she confessed;
I cannot get ress'd;
my health plan is maxed for the year!
A Terathan hunter's bold daughter
Was proud of the present he bought her.
she set forth at dawn
to greet the day's spawn
with a fortified accurate swatter.
An accident-prone knight called Sir Meyers
with such foolhardy courage inspires,
that the healer devises
a program of prizes
reserved for his most frequent die-ers.
Though a novice, the warrior had riches.
In finery, he assaulted the liches.
An orc got his suit,
A spectre one boot,
And a mongbat is wearing his britches.
"The folks in the graveyard are mean."
"The dungeons aren't safe for the green."
I still hear Mother say,
"At the crossroads don't play-
those grey robes are too hard to get clean."
Homer Newby is stuck in his way.
He couldn't be with us today.
But if he was here,
We're sure, never fear:
"Hail and Howdy" is just what he'd say.
Mycroft the ghost wrote and we read:
He has the most brains in one head.
For no birthday mistake,
shall we count for the cake;
the thirteen years he was dead?
Molly's the mayor we know well.
No evil about her WE"D tell.
Rumors have flown,
but her friends have long known:
she can't be a witch: she can't spell!
Ty wants you to lend him an ear.
Debating is what gives him cheer.
He boats on some dates
And impresses the Fates:
As long as they don't let him steer.
The High Council was once a big yawn:
but a new face has brought a new dawn.
Since Joylah's debut,
it's said around Yew:
"It's Joy-less whenever she's gone."
