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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