In a den of laughter, where shadows creep,
Gathered the gang for a night lost in sleep.
With dice in hand and snacks all around,
They summoned the heroes, the foolish, the brown.
Oh, Patrick the Paladin, noble and bold,
But after two hits, he's more silly than sold.
“I smite thee, foul goblin!” he yells with a grin,
Then trips on a chair, rolling under the din.
And Sarah the Sorceress, high on her fate,
Conjures a fireball—oh wait, that's her plate!
With nacho cheese gravity pulling her low,
Her spell fizzles out, but the chips start to glow.
Then there’s Mike, the Bard, who strums with delight,
“Can you feel the magic? What’s wrong with the light?”
He twirls in the corner, an enchanting display,
Singing songs to the walls, in whimsical sway.
“Roll for initiative!” cries Jenna the Rogue,
But all they can muster is snickers and choke.
“Wait, how do we fight? Is it my turn to talk?”
“Just throw the d20!” “Nah, let’s just walk.”
Through dungeons of plushies and dragons of foam,
They quest for the treasure in the comfort of home.
With giggles and munchies, they craft their grand tale,
Of heroes and snacks, where logic does fail.
And as the night wanes, the quest comes to close,
With each friend left giggling, in post-adventure doze.
So here’s to the nights spent in whimsical play,
For stoned D&D magic, it's the best kind of way!
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