The dragon now is yawning
With the sun’s new dawning
And greedily is fawning
O’er the gold of fallen fighters of yore.
Meanwhile D & D dice are rolling
To represent fearsome fighting
While from a cloud with silver lining
Comes a bolt of prongêd lightning
To strike down the final guardian of the door.
So the party enters, sighting
The fearsome dragon fawning
Since it is already done with yawning
So shouts the Halfling:
“Kill it for the big score!”
But now the rest are fleeing
Including the mighty dragon, weeping
In fear, not anger seething –
A mad rush towards the cavern door.
And now all are struggling
Squeezed in the tiny opening
While the happy Halfling’s plundering
Picking up the gold scattered ‘round the floor.
But the Halfling gives a message cheering
As through a skylight he’s leaving:
“I’ll be back to give you all a greasing
In one week, not a day more!”