
“I cannot come to raid tonight”
Said little Bloodelf rogue deathknight.
“I have a date and work to do,
a job, and chores, and homework too.
My class is nerfed, my gear is broke.
My dps makes me a joke.
The leaders say the healing’s fine,
I’ve counted only 2 online.
And there’s one more – we’re up to three,
A guaranteed repair bill spending spree.
The strat’s all wrong, raid makeups suck,
If we win it’s only luck.
I don’t want loot, I always pass,
I know that Blizzard hates my class.
In PvP I’m worst by far,
you see what my arena ratings are?
I can’t get groups to do my quest,
I’m so desperate I might ask Pest.
The tank is dumb, healing’s a chore,
Fireball spam is such a bore.
My mods are broke, my mouse is dead,
I’m actually on the way to bed.
Last time we went it was a rout,
I think I might be burning out.
I might just go to play with friends,
It’s two days till my subscription ends.
The timezone’s wrong, my schedule changed,
Plus don’t you need another ranged?
My spec is wrong, my gear still sucks …
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say ………….. we’ll clear Sunwell today?
Quick summon me I’m on the way!”
Shel Siverstien was a God among men.
Here’s to Northrend.