Turning back I look to see a man
A grease-ball who is not too quick
Surely a name must he have, for he has no tan
And that slow-witted man's name is Queeiq

Former Ashuran turned Druid
In reality a snake
For free herbs does he bid
High profits in shall he rake

If I am wrong about his little endeavor
Then too bad because you're still greasy
And greasy shall you be forever!
Greasy greasy greasy now you shall see!

P.S. I'm such a cute little hateful poet.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 286 AF.