In an inn, some adventurers called our warrior a wrinkled old bat
So she chopped them into chunks and goo
And calmly tossed it all into the hearth-stew
And not so calmly got jailed a month for that

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 6, 2018

All the lively year long
The battle trumpets ring out strong
The warlords are paying again
Yet they say civilization and safety doth increase
And just around yon corner awaits shining peace
I fear for me it’ll be the cold peace of being slain

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 7, 2018

Adventurers, in the throes of deep anxiety
Are all too apt to quite forget propriety
And be shunned in polite society
Excommunicated despite any piety
For heinous crimes in all their dastardly variety

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 7, 2018

A maiden fair to see
Inspires much bad minstrelsy
In those smitten by her beauty
We ugly men do sigh
For us few maidens vie
No matter how fruity our booty

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 15, 2018

Oh, horror! There’s too much time until morn
For these beasts soon to their lairs slink away
So we must face fang, claw, and horn
If, that is, we dare to stay

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 17, 2018

To the Cave of the Dread Wyrm fared the adventurers bold
Intruding on that cunning dragon for hours and hours until
Those that weren’t eaten or cooked to ashes lay sprawled and cold
What a high corpse-heap of trouble a dragon takes to kill

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 17, 2018