Haven't dropped a poem on here in a while, ya lucky buggers.
Tamquam parvuli
We walk, and prod at things
That catch our attention
Destroying, rescuing
On a whim, on a chance
On how we feel we were treated that morning
We will invent our reasons
This afternoon
Tamquam parvuli
We laugh, and find joy
In things they won't understand
Nor will we understand theirs
And what do they know
Anyway?
Dancing in a spinning circle
Feeling the cold sky on our faces
Shouting our delight heavenwards
Tamquam parvuli
We claim whatever we can pick up
Unearned, undeserved
Dropping things
Our arms are too full
This is mine, I found it, I was here First
Not Fair, not Nice, I will run home
And tell
And we fight
Tamquam parvuli
If you got through that, here's a bonus one, with a slightly different tone.
(Sung to the tune of "California Girls". The David Lee Roth version.)
Well, Halfling girls are cute,
You know they stand the perfect height,
Eladrin chicks are the best of two worlds,
And they work it when you dim the lights,
Those Dwarvish girls are burly,
And they're always in the mood,
Dragon Born girls are pretty cool, I guess,
But it's tough to tell 'em from the dudes,
Well I've seen a hundred campaigns,
Met a thousand En-Pee-Sees,
But horns and a tail and fiery eyes,
will always knock me to my knees,
I wish they all could be Tiefling Warlock
I wish they all could be Tiefling Warlock
I wish they all could be Tiefling Warlock
Giiiirrrrlllls
Well, now that I've re-established myself as both arrogant and a nerd (not that the two are mutually exclusive, no sir), I bid you good day.
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