Beware of False People

 

Beware the nasty female poison dwarf,

She's short and stout, and full of wrath.

Her eyes are beady, her nose is sharp,

Her tongue is venomed, like a carp.

She dwells in caves, and dark retreats,

Where poisonous plants grow at her feet.

She brews her potions, foul and foul,

To curse the brave, and make them howl.

If you should cross her wicked path,

She'll unleash her wrath, in all its wrath.

Her poisoned darts will fly with speed,

To leave you weak, and full of need.

So beware the nasty female poison dwarf,

She's short and stout, and full of wrath.

If you should meet her, run away,

Lest you become her next prey.