(A further experiment in minimalist poetry)
(A guide to gold and experience)

Stop butterfly,
Fluttering by.
Then count,
Net amount.

Now engage
Rodent rage.
Your kills,
Pay bills.

Imp's power
In tower.
Take Head,
Pixie dead.

Jarbo jumps
Raises lumps.
Mighty kick.
Feeling sick.

On sweet
Goat meat,
Monocular giant
Is reliant.

I bags
Eight scrags.
Bodies sold,
Bank gold.

Then endure
Smelly sewer.
Slimy muck.
Leeches suck!

My story
Rather gory.
It features
Dead creatures.

All told
Much gold.
I prized
Reaching "Lionized".

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chronos, in the year 379 AF.