Blow me over with a feather attached to a dog

A Little Bite of BAR

Tagged fanfic, poem. Part 3 of 3.Start from the beginning?

The Gronch cackled and put down his blessing book.
That filthy old BAR had a nasty new look!

With a nasty grin of his own the Gronch hoisted and aimed.
The castle grounds were teeming with Tabs to be maimed.

From the top of tall castle came a sound like “thubibibib!”
Taking out Tabs was like yanking toys from a crib.

Let this be a lesson to all Tabs new and old:
With just the right blessings, a gross BAR turns to gold!

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