I need some ideas for writing new poems. If anyone will help, I gladly
accept.
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Firstborn are the elves, Followers are the men, The Dwarves care only of themselves, Nine rings for men, not ten.
Silvan are the woodland elves, Quendi is the elvish speech, Elves don't care only about themselves, Illivutar taught the Valar how to teach.
Nine Maias came across the sea, They had no idea of what they'd see, All are wise and Strong, But they don't know how to play Ping-Pong, They have a lot power, But only one lives in a tower.
Aule made the dwarves underground, It's never said if they get drunk, With the elves they go round and round, Gimli sometimes is a punk.
Elves think that men are weak, But they've only known them for weeks upon weeks, One man can unite the divided race of men, There are only nine wraiths not ten.
These people are the smallest, But they can be the toughest, They like to eat food, Bilbo Baggins was booed, They tell a lot of tales, But none of them have tails.
Firstborn are the elves, Followers are the men, The Dwarves care only of themselves, Nine rings for men, not ten.
Silvan are the woodland elves, Quendi is the elvish speech, Elves don't care only about themselves, Illivutar taught the Valar how to teach.
Nine Maias came across the sea, They had no idea of what they'd see, All are wise and Strong, But they don't know how to play Ping-Pong, They have a lot power, But only one lives in a tower.
Aule made the dwarves underground, It's never said if they get drunk, With the elves they go round and round, Gimli sometimes is a punk.
Elves think that men are weak, But they've only known them for weeks upon weeks, One man can unite the divided race of men, There are only nine wraiths not ten.
These people are the smallest, But they can be the toughest, They like to eat food, Bilbo Baggins was booed, They tell a lot of tales, But none of them have tails.