a limerick for vargis
a limerick for vasily
Vargis, a man debonair
Has a rival who is a wolfwere,
Has dead girls in his bed,
Leaves fake coin in his stead,
And my money’s on he is a player.
There once was a tiefling named Vasily,
Who responded to all very sassily.
With a shake of her head,
”Whatever” she said,
And her closet was filled with catastrophe.