POEM Once apon a midnight clear I slayed a dragon without spilling my beer A dwarven stout to make me strong From this tale I wrote this song Sing of the fun times Sittin at my puter Raising my theiving So I could be a looter Think of the fun times Chopping yews just for fun No random event mimes But then my axe broke - Son of a 'gun' Speak of the fun times Pking with your clan When along comes a lvl 75 noob He teles away, "Comeon noob be a man!" Alas, past are the fun times When RS gets stale I'll run to me RL pub And drink me some ale.
