In a dim-lit room where the dice do gleam,
Gathered my friends for a quest, or so it seemed.
With chips and guac, plus some THC flair,
We rolled up our laughter, tossed caution in air.
“I’m a wizard!” I declared, wearing my cloak,
But tripped on my carpet—how dare this joke?
The dungeon master grinned with a stifled chuckle,
While I drooled on my character sheet, a messy muckle.
“What’s my spell again?” I asked with a grin,
“Dude, it’s a fireball,” said Eric, the kin.
“A fireball? Sweet! Wait, how do I cast?”
I flicked my wrist sideways, and spilled my snack fast.
As goblins approached, we hid under the table,
“Is that a bad move? Am I now not able?”
But the laughter erupted like dragon’s flame breath,
“I’d rather die here than conquer this mess!”
With my trusty great sword, a butter knife wielded,
I charged at the foes, oh how they squealed!
“Roll the dice!” cried the ranger, while stoned and dizzy,
But I rolled a natural one and looked quite busy.
“Do you smell that?” muttered our bard with a smirk,
“I think the dragon just let out a perk!”
Blazing through quests in our cotton-lined lairs,
Childlike giggles burst free, like the smoke in the airs.
So here’s to the joy, to the roll of that die,
To the crippling laughter as we all just comply.
In high fantasy realms, with hearts full of cheer,
May our D&D nights always be legendary—oh dear!
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