π΅πΆπ΅πΆ Divine Punishment π΅πΆπ΅πΆ
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I tuned my lute with cheeky grin,
Then talked my way to trouble again.
The Cleric sighed, "You've crossed the line!"
"Oh dear," I laughed, "Perhaps... just nine."
Swats to my rear my face did turn red,
"I'll mind my manners!" Oh so I said.
The party roared with merry cheer,
While I wished my hat could hide my ears.
So heed this tale wherever you roam:
Don't prank the healer far from home.
For though I'm bold and quick to spar,
I'm still the Bard with the brightest blush by far!
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I tuned my lute with cheeky grin,
Then talked my way to trouble again.
The Cleric sighed, "You've crossed the line!"
"Oh dear," I laughed, "Perhaps... just nine."
Swats to my rear my face did turn red,
"I'll mind my manners!" Oh so I said.
The party roared with merry cheer,
While I wished my hat could hide my ears.
So heed this tale wherever you roam:
Don't prank the healer far from home.
For though I'm bold and quick to spar,
I'm still the Bard with the brightest blush by far!
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