I humbly offer my latest piece, and trust me, this is a piece...
It will not move your soul, nor inspire you to new heights. As a matter of fact, if I read it from a great height, I'd probably have to jump about halfway through. It can be best described as...no, not brilliant...cutting edge's not quite it...ah, yes, putrid sums it up quite well.
But I blame this on (I think it may have been Dalamar) someone switching my health vial for a tequila flask. (Oh, what's this in my pocketbelt? Cactus weed? Now how'd that get in there? *shrug)

But now the one, and fortunately the only, lesser bardic talent, live from Wolfhaven, Galdrion Longshanks!
^^^By the way, I do not claim these words as entirely my own, (who in their right mind would?) suffice it to say they came from across the ocean, or another plane of existence, or more likely...the sewers.^^^

ODE TO THE ONE I ...er....REALLY LIKE A LOT *grin

She likes me for me,
Not because I'm sneaky like a weasel
Or because I quest as good as Cecil
My mind's too much like a block.
She likes me for me,
Not because I fight as good as Nimos,
I try that and I'd be level two at most ----not an easy rhyme
Though when I bash I often say, "Let's rock!"

I like her for her,
Not just because she looks great in that red dress
Particularly stunning today just like Sarapis ----another tough one
But why does she spend so much time with me...
Must be something there that I don't see...
And I'm so glad I found her...

Well, I'm sure no one's read this far, and you're all the wiser for it.

(bow)

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Glacian, in the year 224 AF.