Item:Flimsy song scroll

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flimsy song scroll
Look:	This is a Bardic scroll, enscribed with the non-magical Bard song "The Ravin'". It must be studied to be used. If it is being read by another, no one but that person can study it.
Weight:	5 stones
Metal:	Unknown
Appraised Cost:	125 Kronars100 Lirums <br />90.2 Dokoras <br />0.125 LTBpoints <br />0.125 Tickets <br />0.125 Scrips <br />
Properties:	This item is styled or has special functions for Bards.
Dimensions:	? length x ? width x ? height
Sources:	Source is Deeper's Tavern

Song

You begin to sing "The Ravin'", a tale of mystery, by Rancois Sendaque.

"Ah, distinctly I remember,

'Twas the month Deep' calls Dismember,

And each guild and order member

Roared and called for rum galore."

"I was there in Deeper's Tavern

With emotions like a cavern,

Where the sailors were palav'rin'

O'er a drink or two or more."

"When we heard above and under,

From the door, a rap like thunder

And it struck us all with wonder,

'Cause Deep' don't have no door."

"So we all looked toward the entry,

Ranger, Cleric, Bard, and gentry,

Wishin' that we had a sentry,

Fearin' what fate had in store."

"When across the threshhold stumbled --

Or maybe simply tripped and tumbled --

What seemed a bunch of feathers fumbled

From a boa Maudie wore."

"Well, this bunch of threadbare plumage

Lookin' like an owl's consumage

Or the first spell of a new mage

Yelled one word then -- 'Nevermore!'"

"'Twas a raven filled with passion,

And its beady eyes were flashin' --

Had it teeth, they would be gnashin' --

As it flopped upon the floor."

"Then, upon its feet arisin',

Looked around, each sight despisin'

From the foreground to horizon,

Spread its wings as if to soar."

"Then each patron paled and trembled

For the raven so resembled

Something Urrem'tier assembled,

And his future did deplore."

"But the raven just came trottin'

To each customer, and swattin'

At their caps made out of cotton,

Said, 'Wear hats here -- Nevermore!'

The last note hangs in the air like a whiff of garlicy breath.

Trivia

This is a parody of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven."