17 - Josh Hates Talking About Ravens

Once upon a gamenight dreary, while I joked, sleek and poor,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a roll,

As of some one fiercely rolling, Thrust upon at my DM droll.

“’Tis a natural 20,” I muttered, “rolling on the studio floor—

 Only this and nothing more.”