In a dim-lit room, the dice start to roll,
Adventurers high lose all self-control.
Their wizard forgets the spell for a fire,
And summons instead a pet goldfish choir.
With goblins and trolls now talking in rhymes,
They laugh at the urge to slay through their climbs.
“I’ll sneak behind that tree!” claims a rogue on a quest,
But instead trips and falls, stumbling like a jest.
The bard strums a tune, his lute out of tune,
As he serenades everyone to the moon.
“In this epic tale, we’ll conquer with glee!”
But instead they just sit, munching chips and iced tea.
With dragons, great treasures, and no way to cope,
They laugh into night, stoned on friendship and hope.
For what’s an adventure if laughter’s not there?
Just friends and their dice, floating high in the air.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
