A/N: Don't ask me, I have no idea what goes on in my brain. I don't claim to be a poet! ;)
There once was a hunter called Mordy
He was still badass though aged over forty
The fangirls loved his bird
And he thought them absurd
Incessant squeeing disturbed him most sorely.
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Siren Lilith was hunting the Vault
Setting fires was her fav'rit assault
'Till a barrel went boom
From phoenix she assumed
So she respec'ed and found fire was at fault
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The giant berserker named Brick
Had a fabulous face-punching trick
Crushing skulls with a splatter
Serving ass on a platter,
His friends thought him a lunatic.
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Soldier Roland's turret decimated
Felling foes while fully automated
Healing friends was his duty
And when searching for booty
"It's like Christmas!" was something he stated.