So I've been really into poems lately for some reason. So, here's part 1 of my current project: a limerick for every chapter in J.R.R Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings.
Book 1: The Ring Sets Out
A Long Expected Party
Old Bilbo stood up on a chair
And said, "Though I know it's not fair,
All things must have ends;
I'm leaving, my friends,"
Then vanished right into thin air.
A Shadow of the Past
I fear I have bad news to bring.
I've learned such a terrible thing:
That all lands will fall
Under Mordor's thrall
If Sauron gets hold of your ring.
Three is Company
'Twas under a sky dark and grey,
The day after Bilbo's birthday,
When young hobbits four
Stepped out their front door
And let the road sweep them away.
A Shortcut to Mushrooms
They weren't much for metals or jewels
Or other things big folks pursued
A hobbit's desire
Was simple and mild:
A big bowl of fresh mushrooms, stewed.
A Conspiracy Unmasked
Oh, Frodo dear, the ring to us is known,
But surely our deep care for you has shown
That if you would embark
On journey long and dark
We'd never, ever let you go alone.
The Old Forest
They pushed through a tangle of sticks,
And willows that played nasty tricks.
They'd thought it'd be good
To cut through the wood,
But Old Forest trees are real dicks.
In the House of Tom Bombadil
Old Tom Bom-ba-dilly-do-deared
A fellow with brown bristling beard
Who dances and sings,
Unbothered by rings.
He really is bafflingly weird.
Fog on the Barrow-downs
Sleeping in the barrow dressed like lords
The hobbits lay, with dark wraith creeping towards.
Through daring use of rhyme,
Frodo got them out in time.
They even got four hobbit-sized bright swords!
At the Sign of The Prancing Pony
Well, Bree is sure a pleasant little town.
There's really nothing like it to be found.
A peaceful land for all
Be they larger folks, or small.
There's men in houses, hobbits underground.
Strider
Though I will admit, I'm not confident,
I think this man's help would be positive.
And despite his sharp stare,
He looks foul, but feels fair;
The enemy would be the opposite.
A Knife in the Dark
When the sun had sank, the wraiths descended
On the town, which was quite undefended.
The hobbit's tiny beds
They tore to fluff and shreds.
Luckily, the rooms were unattended.
Flight to the Ford
This morgul knife's a weapon dark and fell.
I fear Frodo may fall under its spell.
A wound from Nazgûl steel
Is past my skill to heal.
We must get him at once to Rivendell.
Well here we are. The chapter's done. I hope that you enjoyed book 1, 'cause writing it was pretty fun. Book 2 is next! We've just begun.