Mishaps and Relapse

Rilo, Milo, Boris, and Zan
Bevy, and Weylyn, Ellywick's magick hand
Weylyn's a buckler, a swasher of foes
Boris can't count without using his toes.
Milo's a Dwarf, but a Halfling, he thinks
Rilo's familiar could flow down the sink
Bevy's just weird, she dissects her kills
Zan is pure evil bending everyone's will
Weylyn and Zan, a pair of elites
Boris and Milo are dumber than beets
Ellywick thinks everyone needs a hug
While Bevy's alignment was swept under the rug
In battle they fight with the duty of kings
But Weylyn gets pissed coz Boris kills everything
But Weylyn has figured a way to defeat
He taught poor old Boris how to take a seat.
"Boris sit!" he declares while amidst the melee
And down Boris goes with a loud, hearty "OK!"
Zan can't be hit with fire, water, or volts
And Ellywick likes her great Wall of Force.
And now onto buttons, so pretty to depress
Boris pushes with force, Ellywick with finesse
Milo just runs up to push the button first
To spring the trap and into flames, burst
"At least that's one's sprung," says the party of six
While Milo burns like a small Dwarven wick
O'er the threshold they tread, into certain doom
But they shan't fully die without searching the room
Boris knocks over a torch to the ground
Unaware of the oil that's spilled all around
Zan laughs as the rest of the party does burn
"You'd think by now, the dumb one would learn."
Now Boris thinks he'll ne'er make it home
As he sits down and cries, feeling alone
Vanessa, the Paladin previously not mentioned here
Goes up to Boris, "what's wrong with you, dear?"
"Boris want home. Boris lost."
It's been 28 years since he last held his mother
And he has yet to hold quite another.
"Boris sad" he says with depression
While the flames are still burning around his midsection
Too dumb to care, he sobs like a child
While the rest of the party run around wild
Dowsing the flames with frantic delight
They wouldn't be happy without some kind of fight
Milo hits Rilo, Rilo just grunts
Then Rilo calls a shot to his nuts
Critical damage, your balls just exploded
"Don't start a fight with Rilo"... "Duly noted."
Zan, finally bored with the charring of 'friends'
Puts out the fire, but this ain't where it ends
Spells are cast and potions are divvied
Everyone's better except Milo's skivvies
Into the pits of eternal damnation
They come across some 8 foot crustaceans
With a swivel and turn and a stab to their backs
Boris takes out about 4 with his axe.
Weylyn just sits, is he crying inside?
Bevy cuts open the ones that just died
Zan fireballs the remaining three
But now it's their turn and their claws hit Bevy
Ellywick magick missiles but one
And notices Zan having way too much fun
Her thoughts drift away to the things of before
When she woke up behind Zan's closed door
"What kind of father do you think he will be?"
I guess we will all just have to wait and see.