Frankthro Budkin's Greed (By Clayton Weiss)

Long before the day of Beethro,
and Dugan's Dungeon lore,
there was Budkin after Budkin man,
that witnessed greater gore.

One such Budkin, brave and sure,
was Frankthro Budkin Three.
His blade and style were then unmatched,
surpassed only by his greed.

His contracts were outrageous,
kings demanded lower cost.
Regardless, Frankthro stood his ground,
several opportunities were lost.

But then one day with a little luck,
on page nine of "Smiter's Post,"
King Cerpoo placed an ad that read:
"WANTED: Smiter with room to boast."

Frankthro knew the ad, of course,
was written with HIM in mind.
What other Smiter in the land,
could Cerpoo hope to find?

When Frankthro introduced himself
to Cerpoo and his wife,
he still had not yet realized,
that this job would end his life.

See, Unbeknownst to Frankthro,
being escorted down the hall,
King Cerpoo wasn't friend but foe,
and would cause the Smiter's fall.

At the entrance to the dungeon,
Frankthro's beady eyes, they glowed.
For Cerpoo placed before the Smiter,
his reward: A shiny sword of gold.

Frankthro descended down the dungeon steps,
the sword plagued his tiny brain.
He slaughtered roach and tar alike,
thinking only of his gain.

Several floors had come and gone,
(he lost count from all the greed.)
The monsters dropped like flies so quick,
frightened goblins had long since fleed.

Despite his wandering mind,
one thing he did not miss.
In the corner of a room he saw
two greckles through the mist.

He struck the orb to open the door,
that led into the room.
A door slammed shut behind him fast,
Frankthro still knew not his doom.

He nabbed the shiny coins,
and to his pocket they did go.
For an orb to open up the outside door,
Frankthro searched for high and low.

Alas, he could not find an orb,
and dropped his sword in shock.
King Cerpoo designed this dungeon well,
to have a one-way lock.

Frankthro's mighty thirst for wealth,
had led to his demise.
And I hope from this you've learned a lesson,
and that you're now more wise.

The moral of this story,
that I hope you won't forget,
is that Clayton should not write
lousy poetry for DROD-dot-net.

:-)

[Editor's Note: Yes, the site was once located at DROD.net. Clayton may not be the best poet on the planet, but since he was former webmaster of the site, you'd hope that he knew what he was doing when he wrote this poem.]