Aeolius
Adventurer
The book it is mine,
While there on the spine,
The Tome of Horrors anew.
I flip through the paper,
Like a drunk with a rapier,
Your status quite precedes you.
Your frequency rare,
Not a creature compared,
A simple saucer floater,
Alignment of lawful,
Though some thought you awful,
With your attacks of odor.
Of odd floating eyes,
And weird giant flies,
You have some brand new neighbors.
It used to be flinds,
And the horned forlarren,
Unless my memory wavers.
You were quite the rage,
On the thirty-ninth page,
Of Ian and Douglas was seen.
And now you look fine,
On page one thirty nine,
With thanks to a certain Scott Greene.
While people may stare,
At your countenance there,
And others may sneer or harrumph.
My mouth open wide,
I will shout it with pride,
Behold, my friend the flumph!
While there on the spine,
The Tome of Horrors anew.
I flip through the paper,
Like a drunk with a rapier,
Your status quite precedes you.
Your frequency rare,
Not a creature compared,
A simple saucer floater,
Alignment of lawful,
Though some thought you awful,
With your attacks of odor.
Of odd floating eyes,
And weird giant flies,
You have some brand new neighbors.
It used to be flinds,
And the horned forlarren,
Unless my memory wavers.
You were quite the rage,
On the thirty-ninth page,
Of Ian and Douglas was seen.
And now you look fine,
On page one thirty nine,
With thanks to a certain Scott Greene.
While people may stare,
At your countenance there,
And others may sneer or harrumph.
My mouth open wide,
I will shout it with pride,
Behold, my friend the flumph!