There once was a Bard from Shrew; Who had had a bit more than two. His party was a mess, their Cleric [named Gerrick] Had begun to shrill a tune; "Oh, the Bard sings to us - he does - Whilst we whittle at a demon, cause We of the crew, have little to do, Without our music to kill to." And was sounding a bit a loon. The…