In a dim-lit room where the dice do fly,
Four friends gather round with snacks in a pile.
With giggles unleashed and the dragon so shy,
They summon the courage, arms raised with style.
The DM's too baked to recall the next plot,
While players debate if they should or they not.
“I’ll cast Fireball!” shouts a rogue with glee,
As his hand slips and he accidentally trips,
Over chips and the spellbook, oh what a spree!
“Maybe a healing spell, just one little sip…”
But the healer’s asleep, on a quest deep in dreams,
While the keep’s full of monsters, or so it just seems.
“Hold on,” says Greg, with a serious frown,
“Did we just fight goblins, or was that a cat?”
Their adventures entwined with snacks all around,
As they debate if a dragon was really a brat.
The DM squints hard, rolling dice made of foam,
“Just keep it together, guys, we’re still in my home!”
The warlock is snacking, his spellbook a mess,
“Can I conjure a sandwich,” he asks with a grin,
While the bard’s serenading, in shimmery dress,
“Don’t worry, dear friends, let the good times begin!”
But the dice roll a ‘one’, and the bard’s tune goes sour,
As the dragon descends, and it’s snack time of hour.
“Oops, wrong spell,” cries the wizard, aghast,
As the party erupts into fits of pure laughs,
“Might want to run fast; we’re not built to last!”
But in this haze, they plot grander paths,
Journeying through realms with taco-filled dreams,
And slaying those foes with their ridiculous schemes.
As midnight approaches, their quest soon must end,
They stash all their gear and the chips half-eaten,
With tales of adventure they’ll surely extend,
Next week, when the circle gathers, hearts sweetened.
Through laughter and joy, their bond’s still intact,
Champions of humor, in this high-stakes act!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
