An Ur'Guard was wooing a young Geomancer,
And down in the dungeons he thought he might chance her.
At last she was bound, crucified, but he coughed;
Overexcited, his undead bits all fell off!

A Dancer of Night and her dark paramour
They snuck off for a night on a wet nearby moor.
Just as they were getting to the final crunch,
She lost her Penumbra, and he lost his lunch.

"But you've told me again and again of the Light!"
Said the young merian as she stripped in his sight.
Looking seasick and green in the gills, he remarked,
"There are some things that still should be done in the dark."

The young elfen lass had a gleam in her eye,
Seems her lover had not managed to satisfy.
"Nature's way is renewal," he said, "so, relax!
By Mother Moon's grace, what has waned soon will wax!"

(with thanks and apologies to Lord Charune for His inspiration)