My party sucks
They're all a bunch of big dumb schmucks
Except for the Halfling who
Did I mention is three foot two
The rogue can't sneak to save his life
And the bard never stops playing the cursed fife
The cleric secretly worships Nerull
Last time I was healed he nearly turned me into a ghoul
The fighter thinks he has nine lives
And the druid's a magnate for all sorts of knives
The paladin's been excommunicated
And the ranger is always getting mutilated
The wizard can't remember spells
One time she sent us into the nine hells
And yet oddly enough they still kinda know their stuff
We win at times, and run away when its tough
I just hope the quest giver didn't bluff....
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