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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mark Chance" data-source="post: 1832848" data-attributes="member: 2795">Some LimericksWell, I'm back on guard duty. By Garl, why am I having to stand guard when we're traveling with over twenty cavalrymen? Aren't there enough of them to do this?I thought I'd try my had at some poetry, but all I really, sort of know how to write are limericks. Here are a few:There's this gnome from the SphincterWho mixed up an unusual tincture.He put it in an orc's cup,And the orc drank it up,Which made his extremities much, much pinker. I met an elf maiden named Zara,Who is unbelievably faira.I bought her arrows in a quiver,And the gift made her shiver,Maybe now she'll show me her underweara. Shadra is a psion no one matches,But her clothes are always in patches.Whenever she is asked why,She can be heard to reply,"Because when I itches, I scratches."Well, that's enough for now. I think I hear something shuffling among the rocks over there.</blockquote>