I'll never be a threat to any poet or even your generic limerick scribbler. Written for the Parma Eruseen Poetry Challenge – which I didn't win, by the way. Hmmm, I wonder why… ;-)
An Orc's Promenade Through Fangorn (written while suffering a bout of Shel Silversteinitis)
What is this I see?
I see...I see a tree.
A tree.
Walking towards me.
An odd tree!
For trees cannot walk like you and me.
Oh no! Run! Flee!
Too late.
It has squashed me.
An Ode to the Shire
The Shire is the place for me!
Grassy hills and sunny vales,
Beaten paths and wand'ring trails.
'Tis all I'll ever know and see.
The Shire is the place for me!
Along the rivers children play,
Spring and Summer, every day.
A round door yonder marks my home --
Cozy abode from which I'll ne'er roam.
A happy and contented folk are we.
The Shire is the place for me!
Whate'er lies beyond, I do not know.
There may be many a friend or foe.
Lands distant and lands more far,
My heart burns not to ken what they are.
This is all I'll ever know and see,
For the Shire is the place for me!