A little hobbit's poem...

[Bumbol Woodstock]

Bumbol writes a short poem about events in general...

There once was a man name Durrluke. He ruled a land name Northroth. He rode around on a donkey named Zarbus. Round and Round they went. Slaying and shouting out orders at will.
Then one day a pimply faced brat by the name of Rant Heroine said Durrluke was a bad bad man. Rant started a guild that grew in size but shrunk in respect by piers.
Rant started the war with Durrluke and the donkay Zarbus. Long and Long the war went on. Went on so long all in it we're ruined. All the races were plunged into the war and they all died. Hagen died. Guillermo died. Rant died. Durrluke died. Zarbus suffocated after he forgot how to breathe. Every member of every race save the halfling because we are better then everyone else.
And so Bumbol Jay Woodstock and Viola Thistle III lived happily ever after in Durrluke's castle.

Bumierly yours,
Bumbol Woodstock King of his Shop