On our paths to obliteration, With our nobles and nukes, How about some alliteration, For our tribemates and dukes? Please reply only in rhyme; Prose is considered a despicable crime. Well things have been rather terse Particularly for our Sam But I'd much rather comment in verse Than read your subjective spam. Where fighting is Plan B And diplomacy is Plan A Are they being all they can be Those point lovers in Cannae? Lets cross the border east To Toxic and their Darren; I was told of a ferocious beast But the fighting there is barren Up north we have a little Heat Under the direction of our Lloyd Lets hope they find their feet Before being completely destroyed And then we have the smokeless Fire Smoldering under Cheese Arguably the worlds biggest buyer He'd win supermarket sweep with ease.