It has come to my attention
through no fault of my own
that my dear guild mates affection
have sorely been misthrown
I pity the poor fool
for the woman is a tool
but he likes a good fight
even though her existance is a blight

To the to of this poems existance
Your rhyme made me laugh with no resistance
I giggled and chuckled and chortled all day
To see a good list of the traits you displayed

But it wasnt enough on the main of our topic
So I added a little to harden the logic

Shes ugly and cruel and mean all along
And she wants my mighty troll all big and strong
But she settled, poor him, for the passions of another
If shes tries for mine again, Ill turn her face to butter

hehe,
Ororoe

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Slyphian, in the year 264 MA.