I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and think of dirty things
Of deviant dwarves who suck their toes
And elves who drub their dings

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and dream exotic dreams
Of dragons who dress in rubber clothes
and trolls who do it in teams

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and wish for a thrill or two
For a goblin who goes in for a few no-nos
Or an orc with a thing about glue

And all the while I sit and pick
I think of such jolly things
Of whips and screws and leather slacks
of frottages and stings

Bored of the Rings/ Harvard Lampoon





Trouble rather the tiger in his lair than the sage among his books.
For to you kingdoms and their armies are things mighty and enduring,
but to him they are but toys of the moment,
to be overturned with the flick of a finger. -- Gordon R.Dickson