Twas the crash before midnight,and all through the realm
not a dev was stirring ,not a peep from that lout.
The swords were hung by the anvil with care
With hopes soon that Dave Bowman soon would be there
The dragons all nestled in with their hordes,
With visions of ARoP dancing in their head
My mate in her mithril and I in mine
we settled in to raise our DP a line.
When out on the deadlans arrose such a clatter,
I sprang from my foxhole to see what was the matter.
Away to the west, I flew like a flash
I tore open my trade window and prepared for a crash
The golem abreast a new fallen comrade
Given from the lag that fed this tirade
Then what to my wandering eyes,
Should appear a massive spawn,
that let me kiss my HP goodbye
Now alas I attach this small rider,
so short and so sweet
I love this game and enjoy the chatter
But alas poor Devs,
What is the matter?
(This is just my boredom brought forth in this manner,
to show off my boredom upon a wee banner,
Forever be there no flame upon this for
It is not my intention to be insulting in this matter)