A poem:

Orc Warlock, oh Orc Warlock
Grinding through mobs with oars locked.
Specked in corruption but liked quests.
No deduction of said choices’ tests.
DoT only useful in raids.
PC’s stay away, like he has AIDs.
Voidwalker exclusive, solo constantly.
Level 60 elusive, such a monstrosity.
Player quits, time passes.
Doesn’t care for those blood elf asses.
Burning Crusade goes by uncared.
But then news of Wrath of the Lich King is shared.
Hunger ignited, expansion installed with a thud.
Warlock Death Knighted, now specked in blood.