This is a collection of poems about Gollum I hope you like them! Usually I
don't write like this, but I was pressed for time, so this is what I got!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. I never will, never can. So PLEASE don't bother to sue me cause it won't be worth it.
My Precious
By Chaos-Chan
My preciousssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, how you glimmer,
And you shine lovely precious
I love you precious.
I see nothing but that golden shine
I hear nothing but it's soft rhyme
I smell it's metallic power that I wish to gain
I taste it cold, and light like rain
I touch it and it takes away all my pain
My precious you are the most powerful thing
Never has there been a more powerful being,
My precious you glimmer golden
Why did you have to be stolen?
My precious you give me so much power
Now I am so very sour.
My precious without you I am weak
And everything around me is so very bleak.
My precious for you I am courageous
And I do that for none other than my precious.
Ring
Golden
My precious
Lovely precious
Ring
There once was a boy named Smeagol
Who was sour as a pickle
And he hurt his friend
As he was his end
O the terrors of Smeagol
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. I never will, never can. So PLEASE don't bother to sue me cause it won't be worth it.
My Precious
By Chaos-Chan
My preciousssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, how you glimmer,
And you shine lovely precious
I love you precious.
I see nothing but that golden shine
I hear nothing but it's soft rhyme
I smell it's metallic power that I wish to gain
I taste it cold, and light like rain
I touch it and it takes away all my pain
My precious you are the most powerful thing
Never has there been a more powerful being,
My precious you glimmer golden
Why did you have to be stolen?
My precious you give me so much power
Now I am so very sour.
My precious without you I am weak
And everything around me is so very bleak.
My precious for you I am courageous
And I do that for none other than my precious.
Ring
Golden
My precious
Lovely precious
Ring
There once was a boy named Smeagol
Who was sour as a pickle
And he hurt his friend
As he was his end
O the terrors of Smeagol
