Before you lies a cavern, scary enough your begin to quake,
A series of dark tunnels stretches out, decisions now to make,
You take the tunnel furthest right, filled with grim allure,
The ground is filled with rotten stuffs, squishy to toes that curl,
You continue, cautious, and yet...
OH NOES! A trap!
A reflex save, fortitude check? Constitution too?
What is this deadly poison in you?
Yes! Your level three bard base-bonus saved the day!
Succeeded Dex save, only half damage! What's this? Your face still turns gray?!
Behind you gather goblins, armed with prickly spears...
Initiative roll 20! U got nothing to fear!
Goblins going mad, your sword slashes past their puny AC,
As green blood sprays, dancing round, sword in hand, killing with glee!

Then your mom calls. Dungeons and Dragons is over for today.
You'll have to take up your slaying again next Saturday.