DnD Poetry: He’s a Stoat, Also GOAT

For furrbles! We cry

And all swoop down

To mend him, bend him

Flashpoint defend him

He’s a stoat,


I’m glad he’s still alive

Leo’s suprise and


Rolling their eyes

It’s a fire-fueled crossbow bolt to my pride

That my fuzzy metallic friend nearly died

I’m not keen to be seen walking alone

With Furrbles and Kaia I’m not on my own

Giant stoats are the best companions

Even if they do take up all my bonus actions

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