These are some lymrics that I wrote for my current PnP FR campaign, thought you'd enjoy.
There once was a thief named Sannat,
thoght he was in the party but twas not.
On our Wizard he spied,
but fucked up and died;
now he resides in a plot!
There once was a gnome named Thistle,
up his arse was a wand of magic missile.
The command word he cried,
his butt-cheeks got fried;
now his colon is clean as a whistle!
A priest of Talos named Drazz,
had testes that were made out of brass.
When he clanged 'em together,
they played "Stormy Weather"
and lightning shot out of his ass!
Shoulda been a bard. /bows
FR Lymrics
FR Lymrics

Glaer'Herdir, Loudmouth of Skullport