Swords & Bongs
No truer friends have I found on this Earth
As those who use dice to prove us their worth
Against dragon or orc or comic book villain
Together in battle their blood we have spillen
And then theres the times our minds just go dry
So off to the back we go to go high
We pack the bong full and inhale mightily
Then back to the table to turn evil to rightily
So whether you decide to use scissors, paper, rock
Or one of those wussy diceless ones where you talk
And whether your characters a mage, vamp, or elf
Your truest friends love you when you're being yourself
These are the ones about which we write songs
Or crappy little poems we call Swords and Bongs
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So I guess the line shouls have read "go to get high" not "go to go high". Editing is not my gift.
Hookers.
-Gordon
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G-
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G-
They do say that poetry is lost on smelly-pirate-hookers.
-Gordon
Do they say it in bathetic verse?
G-
On occasion, but its still lost on the smelly-pirate-hookers.
-Gordon
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