As you can see, I had written a couple of poems at the bottom. The first, on the right, was in spired by a line in the rulebook that says, " A horse is a Horse, of course, perforce; but so is a gryphon, a motorcycle, a magic carpet, or a small-sized dragon."
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<i>A horse is a horse, of course, perforce.
It steps over corpses with little remorse.
Forces of horses can beat up the Norse,
but little by little, death takes its course.</i>
The second, which is twice as long, was titled by the reaction of my friend when she read it, and has been slightly edited from the original.
<b>"The boars got owned."</b>
<i>Bears and boars could share the shore,
but once in a while, the boars took more.
The bears abhorred, from the root of the core
to the innocent claws of the cute little boars,
and then came the gore when the bears ripped and tore
at the meat of the boars who had takes their shores.
Then came at least, the bears' victory roar,
but the shore they adored was covered in boar.</i>
