PUNISHER

 

Once aPun a midnight dreary While I was weak and weary

 

Longing to stop roaming around And find a little outpost town

 

I wandered over hill and dale And sought, searched to no avail

 

Suddenly while sailing on the mighty sea I spotted the island o’Puddleby

 

Make no mistake I thought my eyes deceived me Could this be my haven, could it be?

 

I entered the town a little bit shy And gazed all around at the town and sky

 

What a wonder what excitement A town full of fun and enticement

 

Fighters and Healers and Mystics oh my Even a gooey orga eye

 

All the commotion when fallens were dragged Hearing of who fought, fell and tagged

 

All of the sudden it was clear to see Puddleby was the place for me

 

Here I fought, slept and did sit Longing to get in a Feral hit

 

Along the way with a good deal of help Came the day I heard the Feral yelp

 

Wow, yippee and hooray Came another special day

 

But one thing Puddleby has shown You can never ever do it alone

 

You have those wonderful exiles around Who help and teach you their kindness abounds

 

From Geotzou the fighter, to Kazik the healer, to Ansset the mystic, and all pealers

 

There are many others I’d like to mention But by the time I finished I’d collect my pension

 

The unsung heroes of this merry little space Are also found all over the place

 

Waiting to pounce on you with no warning Attacking at night, at noon, or at morning

 

But, we always get them one way or another With a few strong fighters, or with a large fighter smother

 

Yes I speak of the monsters and creatures Who pop up at times like mean teachers

 

To remind us that no matter what is the case That Puddleby once was solely their place

 

Now we must share this island with all Have a great life and have a great fall

 

This is my tale this is my story Onward I fight for the guts and the glory.