It's seven at night and the house is clean;
Music from Diablo's on the CD
My dice are polished to a nice bright sheen -
We're ready to game, you'd have to agree.

Been working all day on traps and pitfalls,
On treasure, monsters and combat galore -
Dozens of pages filled with scribbled scrawls.
There's heroes and villains and plenty of gore.

And enters Dartog, slayer of Dragon -
Says he; when we know he hid safe and watched.
Since when could a slayer be level one?
His pretensions have long since been scotched.

Next through the door comes our own Rules Lawyer.