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[Narmio]

For sale: cave spider silk socks, never worn.

Nicely done.

[madrain]

Urist McHunter didn't like people much.
He thought they made fusses and bothers and such.
So he kept to himself, and he slept all alone
Til the day when he slept under two tons of stone

His cousin, the mason, had plans for the mess;
"A masterful coffin entombed is what's best,
but I'm tired of scooping up guts," he complained--
The result of his nap was ten bolts to the brain.

[roundedge]

Peasant Rigóthúsh, during a large goblin siege
decide one day to go out 'mongst the trees
to pick up a giant cave spider silk sock
then right through his beard, twenty goblin bolts, *thwock*

Five dwarves, upon hearing of his unburied corpse
went out to pick up his belongings, of course
but before they could reach him, and retrieve his shoes
a new hail of bolts, from the trees, were let loose.

And so, little dwarfling if to mayor you rise
never forget to heed this advice
when it's items outdoors, no matter how small
remember remember to forbid them all.

[Warlord255]

Urist McHunter didn't like people much.
He thought they made fusses and bothers and such.
So he kept to himself, and he slept all alone
Til the day when he slept under two tons of stone

His cousin, the mason, had plans for the mess;
"A masterful coffin entombed is what's best,
but I'm tired of scooping up guts," he complained--
The result of his nap was ten bolts to the brain.

Very nice.

[Yami]

Bravo Roundedge, although...

but before they could reach him, and retrieve his shoes

That one line seems a bit off.  A syllable short maybe, or mayhaps it's just me.  Regardless, I applaud and secretly read it as xshoesx

[Retales]

Peasant Rigóthúsh, during a large goblin siege
decide one day to go out 'mongst the trees
to pick up a giant cave spider silk sock
then right through his beard, twenty goblin bolts, *thwock*

Five dwarves, upon hearing of his unburied corpse
went out to pick up his belongings, of course
but before they could reach him, and retrieve his shoes
a new hail of bolts, from the trees, were let loose.

And so, little dwarfling if to mayor you rise
never forget to heed this advice
when it's items outdoors, no matter how small
remember remember to forbid them all.

You propably went through a fey mood to write that!

[roundedge]

Haha, thanks, that rhyme scheme and rhythm is the funnest kind of poetry to write.

[Fist_Of_Armok]

Bumping in hopes of moar.

The only thing that's ever fallen asleep on a trap for me was a wounded puppy, who apparently became narcoleptic.

[madrain]

Bumping in hopes of moar.

The only thing that's ever fallen asleep on a trap for me was a wounded puppy, who apparently became narcoleptic.

The puppy was happy; he played and he played
and outside the fortress the puppy did stray.
He frolicked and skipped and he jumped oh so high
Til a goblin appeared and gouged out his eye!

The pain was intense, the pain was the worst!
The pain sent the puppy back homeward headfirst!
When safe by the entrance, the tired puppy sits--
10 sharpened blades just chopped him to bits!

[A_Big_Bear]

Urist McSpunk was a immigrant soaper,
recruited as a nooby Goblin poker.
He trained his strength, for his new job
but that didn't stop him from becoming a Dwarven-kabob!

Life was easy, life was peasy,
til the first siege, made him queasy.
He was sick, he started napping,
but to bad for him, spikes were rising.