Razorscale: graceful swan or lame duck?

Razorscale, skybound
Now she descends gracefully
To melt our faces

Dark Rune adds pop up
Like gophers on a golf course
Let's play Whack-A-Mole!

An ode to Ignis the Furnace Master

Ignis is a mean Furnace Master
And you must be aware, as a caster
Casting through Flame Jet
Could cause you regret
Resulting in fiery disaster!

The off-tanks get all of the fun
As they pick up their adds on the run
If it's one of their lot
To ride the Slag Pot
The raid'll be roasted, well-done!

Flame Leviathan: a bird's eye view

The catapult my friend commandeered;
He said "I need one volunteer!"
I said "I'll ride with you,
But what's this button do?
And why's my seat say "Ammunition goes here?'"

I've decided to write some poetry about each encounter in Ulduar as I come to them. So far it's been going well; you could say we've been flying through the instance! Whatever happened to "Nobody tosses a dwarf?!"