Oh woe unto me, the depths of my plight,
My coffers run dry in the dead of the night.
For Magic's grand cards, with enchantments so rare,
My wallet lies empty, a cavern of despair.

In dungeons I delve, with dragons and dice,
Each roll is a fortune, a costly device.
The clatter of miniatures, the lure of the quest,
Leaves my savings diminished, my peace laid to rest.

Airsoft's bold battles, in forests so green,
My gear and my guns, a spendthrift's routine.
Camouflage and pellets, a soldier's charade,
Yet my funds, like the day, swiftly do fade.

Oh hobbies, dear hobbies, my joy and my bane,
You lighten my spirit, yet empty my gain.
A pauper in passion, a king in delight,
I wade through my woes, in the dead of the night.