The Digger travels onwards

Digger Omar and the Liar

Towards east went Omar, the hoary old digger
His mind full of blood, a shady grim figure

But on the way, with Primm in the distance
He was stopped by a guy in need of assistance

“My name is Thorn, and I am truly blessed”
“Because you look like a man in need of a quest”

“Please, traveler, in distress is my damsel”
“Go up yonder slope to rescue the mamsell”

“She’s surrounded by geckos, the fierce little grislies”
“If you don’t act fast, she’ll soon be in pieces”

And the digger smiled as the digger will do
The mouth parting the beard, putting black teeth in view

“While I slept in the grave, people got thicker”
“If you’re no match for the geckos, you’re no match for the digger”

“I’m not much for questing, but I do like the digging”
And with that did Omar start the cutting and kicking

He trimmed the Thorn, dug him out by the roots
But he felt a bit hungry when he tried on Thorn’s boots

“Gecko’s good eating, if I remember correctly”
“Some steaks cut from lizard would fit me perfectly”

And Omar climbed the slope, shovel in hand
To find some ol’ Geckos, stomp them in the sand

Cut out some meat for a steakhouse revival
Which Omar can do ‘cause he’s skilled in Survival

It was some hours later when Omar clambered down
His hunger was sated but he still wore a frown

Went up to Thorn’s body, all cold, still and dead
And kicked the poor corpse full tilt in the head

“You filthy old liar” Omar scolded the stiff
“There were only male bodies on the top of the cliff”

We’ll never know why Thorn wanted Omar to help
But it seems to be well that Omar busted the whelp

A whelp sending travelers to rescue his squeeze
When there’s no squeeze to rescue – that guy was a sleaze

So Omar went eastward onwards to Primm
Grim was his face, as his temper was grim

His mind full of blood, a shady grim figure
Because a questgiver lied to the hoary old digger