Ode to Cory Dirtyrock
(The Ballad of Player #17)

You're dirty when you play for gobs
Almost as dirty, when a hob
As a dwarf, your rock shines through
Not chaos dwarf, that hat looks poo

You make our teams when scarce is coin
Take punch in face. Take kick in groin
For vamps, you give a neck to suck
For other teams, you just chew muck

Forever must you hold the line
A daily dose of smacked behind
When human, Cory has it bad
Your auto-KO makes me mad

In woodie tights you look a poof
So breakable, yet so aloof
That AG4 is just a tease
When not KO'd, you snake with ease

On real bad days you mark a troll
Three turns or less, the death bell tolls
But rise again, you always do
To die again, become frog goo.

A fifty chance, with Loner skill
To waste a roll, and then be killed
Even if Loner has success
The second roll still leaves a mess

For two times PUSH just makes me frown
Or all too often, both BOTH DOWN
You don't do POWs. You don't do surfs
You just do skulls. You just eat turf.

I've never known a Dirtyrock
Who can be trusted with a block
But however much you fail on me
Your not as shit as Clumsytree