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Bonus poem: GRobberRocky by Sharur (Adapted from Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky)

‘Twas Brigand, and the Smithy Troves Did Hireling Gamble Astrolabe: All Impy were the Sacred Groves, And the Tomb Rats Upgrabe.

“Beware the GRobberRock, my son! The plays that gain, the plays that trash! Beware the Magpie split, and shun The Groomious Bandit Stash!”

He took his Orchard Hoard in hand; Long time the Banksome foe he sought— So rested he by the Throne-Throne tree And stood awhile in thought.

And, as a Banish bought he could, The GRobberRock, with Gifts of Flame, Came Wisping through the Bargey Woods, And Baubled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through The Orchard Trade went Tracker-Jack! He left it spent, and with its Tent He went Triumphing back.

“And hast thou Trained the GRobberRock? Come to my Alms, my Reapish boy! O Labjous day! Sun Boon! Delay!” He Portled in his joy.

‘Twas Brigand, and the Smithy Troves Did Hireling Gamble Astrolabe: All Impy were the Sacred Groves, And the Tomb Rats Upgrabe.

Bonus Bonus poem: Bureaucrat by Donald X.

Another nine card board to play It's Bureaucrat to my dismay Everything it does is wrong Puts silvers where they don't belong Attacking plans but all I see Is trying to topdeck garbage we Put in the trash two turns ago A dud to everyone and so It's no surprise that now it's gone… What's that you say? it lingers on?

Well wha'd'ya know, I see it, yes Just barely good enough I guess There's Gardens, er, and maybe more Some tiny bit of fun in store You know I've come to terms with it Not every card's a perfect fit A third edition might do it in But one of these losers had to win