D&D The Broke Bard

A bard in a tavern stood tall, With a lute and a cracked leather wall, He sang, “We are broke, And that’s half of the joke,” There once was a party of four, Who spent what they had and more, They’d feast, laugh, and brag, Then wake in the bag. So raise up your mugs while you can, To fate and her questionable plan, We’re poor, loud, and free, And that’s good enough, see— Now drink like a desperate clan.