Under The World, Rooting For Our Contestant (Bardic Submission)

Under The World, Rooting For Our Contestant

Once more, our candidates huntin',
All things undead and affrontin',
He's out butt-puntin',
While we sit here gruntin'.
Killin' time at the root.

He started his day-long session,
Expectin' a load of aggression,
So we stand at attention,
Preventin' ingression.
Bored to death at the root.

Our runewarden's tired of proppin',
Her arms are in danger of droppin',
"If he isn't stoppin',
then I'll be class swappin'".
Composition decay at the root.

"Look alive! We've got some incomin'",
The leaders' voice, across party thrummin',
But despite the wardrummin',
No foes forthcomin'.
Stood up again at the root.

Finally, the day is a closin',
'bout time I go off reposin',
Wait, what's he proposin'?
"Again? we're imposin'!"
Another long day at the root.
How many more days at the root?
Gods, send someone down that root!