As a Nights Around a Table, you’re part of an elite society. It’s not exactly a secret society… i find it difficult enough to grow the campaign already. But that doesn’t preclude any of you from holding membership in certain other secret societies. Today’s poem is for Mason Coltrin, who joins us at the $3 Meeple level.
I’ll Have the Illuminati Special
“I am a Mason,” he said with a wink
And the waitress brought him another free drink.
He studied the menu, then paused for some thought
Said “I’ll have the secretest thing that you’ve got.”
Trying to sidestep anything sinister
She brought him the same thing they’d served the Prime Minister:
Near-extinct bird eggs with taboo side salad
He turned up his nose and the waitress grew pallid.
“Do you have any idea who I am?
This dish is a farce! This meal is a sham!”
He rolled up his sleeve and revealed his tattoo
An evil eye, seeming to say “I’ll get you.”
The owner came hoping to settle the feud
Paid for his parking, and comped all his food
He tapped on his nametag to let on he knew
And said with a wink “I’m a Mason, like you.”
Come chat with Ryan!
Save those meeples
