Chamomile, a girl so fair,
Was chased by gnolls without a care,
Through the tunnels, she fled in haste,
Her heart was pounding; her breath was chaste.

With gnashing teeth and eyes aglow,
The gnolls pursued her to and fro,
But Chamomile, quick on her feet,
Found a way to make her foes retreat.

She reached into her bag of tricks,
And pulled out socks, a pair of six,
With a swift and daring throw,
She cast them at the gnolls just so.

Confused and startled, they stopped to stare,
At the flying socks that filled the air,
Chamomile used this distraction well,
And escaped the gnolls with a victorious yell.

So here's to Chamomile, brave and bold,
Who outsmarted gnolls with socks untold,
She danced away with a triumphant smile,
Having bested the gnolls in her socks' guile.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Mayan, in the year 956 AF.