In a smoke-filled room, they roll the dice,
With snacks in hand and laughter so loud,
The wizard miscast, “Is that a new spice?”
Four friends unite in a world of vice,
Slaying dragons, while giggling, they’re proud,
In a smoke-filled room, they roll the dice.
The rogue stole the loot, but oh, what a price,
As his cat jumps up, and he’s lost in the shroud,
The wizard miscast, “Is that a new spice?”
“I’ll cast Fireball!”—oh, how nice!
But the DM just sighs, wearing a frown like a cloud,
In a smoke-filled room, they roll the dice.
Each story’s a blur, a grand game of mice,
As they forget who’s the bard, lost in their crowd,
The wizard miscast, “Is that a new spice?”
So they laugh and they cheer, all lost in the slice,
In this high fantasy world, both silly and proud,
In a smoke-filled room, they roll the dice,
The wizard miscast, “Is that a new spice?”
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