Oh, Dame Perl, a green dragon of might,
In Cyrene's army, an Able Hand so bright,
Talented and well-loved by many a folk,
Her skills and wit, a constant joke.

A Runewarden of great prowess,
And a sister too, with an odd caress,
Phelia, her twin, they love to hate,
But it's all in good fun, they celebrate.

A rumor that's lasted many years,
Of drowned novices, oh the tears!
But Perl denies, with a wink and a smile,
As Clarinna tries to help, but in denial.

"CLARINNA!" Perl would shout,
Feigning shock, oh what a lout!
But Clarinna plays it off with glee,
"What did I do, mom? Please tell me!"

But there's one thing that Perl cannot stand,
Puns, oh how they get out of hand!
Her family and friends, they throw them about,
Sly and bold, they make her pout.

Despite her aversion, they still persist,
Throwing puns at her, with a mischievous twist,
Perl rolls her eyes, with a groan and a sigh,
But secretly, she enjoys them, though she will deny.

For all her power and might,
Perl cannot escape the puns, try as she might,
Her family and friends keep them coming,
And Perl, with a smile, keeps on humming.

Oh, Dame Perl, a dragon so strong,
Enduring puns and jokes all day long,
But with her family and friends by her side,
She takes it all in stride.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Sarapin, in the year 916 AF.