The lad named Roamer
I think you will see
Has a thing for the waterweird
He loves it with glee.

He sits in my grove
And when sees it there
He straightens his tie
And smooths down his hair.

He slides over it to
And he puts on the moves
The music will start
And he starts up the groove.

Once the parties over
He says to the blob
"Hey, your place or mine?"
"Best yours, im a slob."

The weird quite insulted
Screamed out in rage
And attacked poor lil Roamer
while we all laughed and gazed.

Such a sight was hilarious
I think you'll agree
The waterweird fuming
Roamer cowering by a tree.

-Shorin Quicksilver-Delomir

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chronos, in the year 387 AF.