The Dwarven Drink
By Dingleberry Schmitt
He sat there, burley beard
For today was the day of
The Great Dwarven Drink
For today was the day of
The Great Dwarven Drink
A haiku crafted by the great Dingleberry Schmitt, and performed at a random low end inn in a small town within the northern hemeshphere of the continent. Needless to say, the poem did not earn him even a drop of mead.
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