Dear that of deviants who care
It seems I have run into a bit of despair
My fine gift of sweetness to the lovely dA crew
Has been declined in upload time because my Wi-Fi is poo
The piece was a card crafted with haste
In a graveyard near town that is below many's taste
It depicted that of the inhabitance of the Fire Spring
And had a cheesy pun unfitting for the serfs nonetheless a king
I thought maybe a poem of plea and woe
Could make up for the absence of a card of foes
Most will think of this card as cheap as pee
But maybe you will think better of me
I know my rhyming skills are simply rudimentary
So set your standards on low when findin