That Other Game

Of C-cupped blonde barmaids and Gylthas

A poem by John Farmer.

Once in a town called Carlgyle
A man named gylthas flirted with danger
playing with flowers mean while
John farmer,with no charisma , the ranger

pissed off the guard captain
surprised a poor lady by talking to the dead
curfew in town at ten
seeing Helgatsy, Gylthast loses his head

the father came out back
“Soon we’ll have no elves in here!”
up and out to hit the sack
we’ll be really fucked in our heroes keep being them selves


orksfbae RJW1993

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