I am an anthrop-orc-o-logist,
I study orcs in the vale of the mist.
I observed their use of their money,
Which, to us, might seem a bit too funny.
The currency of choice is the scratching of the back,
Their heads are perfect in keeping on track.
One meal is roughly a 20-minute scratch.
You can get an hour if you wrestle-win a match.
Food and gambling, services and goods,
Can be bought here at the back of the woods,
With some effort of the claw-related kind,
I find it brings me great peace of mind.
Unites the whole tribe with shows of affection,
Can’t be wireless, but quite close to perfection.