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A cautionary tale about the dangers of Alrasian honey-dips. By Aeran Winterleaf.

 A maiden from Alrash
 The subject of my wonder
 And also the rash
 That is down under
 
 Fatbuttum Silverblade
 Second of her name
 Although I’m not afraid to admit I paid
 I still felt flayed
 
 And on the morrow
 My wallet empty, my needs fulfilled
 To my horror, I gaze upon her
 My eyes were unskilled
 
 The ale must have gotten to me
 For that was no wench
 But King Syrio, pretty as a flea
 But oh, his stench!
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