fantasy sonnet about the hazards of low-intelligence spell-casters
On Losing Gold
My fourteenth-level mage keeps losing gold -
I wonder what enchantment hexed his brain
To make his spending habits grow too bold
To save some coins for getting gear arcane.
My party doesn't want a quirky wiz
Who carries books and still is just too dumb
To put a fallen foe's purse into his
Because he thinks it might be cumbersome.
At sorcery this guy may be adept,
But otherwise the party's short on trust.
When counting treasure my guy is inept,
For when it comes to booty, he's a bust.
You should've heard the half-orc, how he cussed
And killed off my magician with one thrust!