The Ballad of Bellygrub
Gather ye round, patrons
of the arts, and I will tell the story,
Of a beast named
Bellygrub, his reign both long and gory.
He terrorised the denizens
of humble Lakeshire tower,
Defiling their poor
flowerbeds with his unholy power.
A band of bold heroes came forth to right this terrible wrong.
Their capes were flowing,
their blades were glowing, with righteous justice, strong.
In the lead strode Varley,
a hero brave and true.
He'd have the fame he
dearly craved before this tale was through
Next in line was Miss
Justice, the parties level head.
Who always replied to
Varleys plans with "Yes, but then we'd be dead".
Finally came Pheuern, a
mage of arcane skill.
Though he seemed the
bookish type, he also liked to kill.
They wandered the land for
many days, searching far and wide,
For the site of
Bellygrub's lair, so that they might claim his hide.
Finally one fateful night,
Varley stumbled to the campfire,
He said he'd sighted
Bellygrub, and spun a tale most dire.
"His eyes!" he
cries, "Will terrify! They burned into my soul!"
"His head!" he
said, "Filled me with dread! Twas' not one but tenfold!"
"A demon then!"
His companions cried. "We must see this firsthand!"
And so they left, and soon
came back, with expressions rather bland.
"You saw him?"
exclaimed Varley, "His body, grotesque and big?"
"Varley" they
replied, bemused, "This "beast" is but a pig!"
And so they ate roast boar
that night, the evil had been cleansed.
And Varley? He was greatly
mocked, and made fun of by his friends.