A Sonnet to Distracting Shot
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My arrows can reach, though my pet line-of-sights,
For you, distracting shot, are ideal style of play.
I love thee in a dungeon when tanks do fail
to keep ads at bay, giving healers a fright.
I love thee freely, as pets love the fight.
I love thee purely, as hunters love a good ale.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My arrows can reach, though my pet line-of-sights,
For you, distracting shot, are ideal style of play.
I love thee in a dungeon when tanks do fail
to keep ads at bay, giving healers a fright.
I love thee freely, as pets love the fight.
I love thee purely, as hunters love a good ale.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In peeling off mobs ’till there is not one left.
I love thee with a love more than talents that I lose
Of all my lost buttons, I love thee most to press,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if the old gods choose,
In peeling off mobs ’till there is not one left.
I love thee with a love more than talents that I lose
Of all my lost buttons, I love thee most to press,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if the old gods choose,
I shall but love thee still after blizzard puts you to death.
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