I am the dwarf hunter the kisser of knees.
I can hide in the grass and get lost in the trees.
I ride on a ram cause it makes me feel big.
I drink like an ox and smell like a pig.
I shoot a big gun and I yell battle cries.
I sob like a babe when my pet kitty dies.
I track and I kill and I search for some gold.
I will shrink even more as I start to get old.
I lay traps for prey and shoot them to death.
I beg for a group but I'm wasting my breath.
I'm alone in this world except for my pet.
And he may leave since I've not fed him yet.
I can see you coming from a good mile away.
And that mark o're your head means that I want to play.
If you spot me first then I've not done my job.
I'm particularly good at pulling a mob.
I can solo quite well and it's a good thing I can.
Cause nobody loves this poor dwarf hunter man.
So if you see me pass by just give me a wave.
Just me and my cat avoiding the grave.
Have fun on your journey with your fighting crew.
Just remember, dwarf hunters are good people too.

That is the best one so far  dam good job

Greatest limerick known to man. I congratulate you on your uberness