Ode to the Nelf on the Mammoth
So big and so clever up on your mount
I’ve begged you to move or lose your account
Over my mailbox you’ve gone and parked
Tagged AFK? I’m getting narked…
I need to get through to pick up my gold
How will I know how many auctions have sold?
If I can’t get through to open my mail?
Your reverse-parking is a complete fail.
I’ve been trying to click on the mailbox for hours
But to get you to move? Beyond my powers.
At last your guild master arrives
On his massive chopper, over he drives
But he vrooms up and down and revs and chugs
Two nelfs on mounts, chuckling like thugs
As screw it, I’ll set up my own Moll-E
and finally pick up my auctions – whoopee!