My 'Crazy Old Man' poem, modified into a Lord of the Rings-related poem.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, they all belong to J. R. R. Tolkien.

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The Crazy Old Wizard

On a summer's day,
In the month of May,
When the little hobbits came out to play.

They laughed and shouted,
And they also doubted,
About the old crazy wizard who pouted.

He was a short man,
And jump high, he can,
But he can't, 'cuz he's an old man.

He was so very grumpy,
And he turned very crazy,
That he growled at the hobbits like a grizzly.

The hobbits he did scare,
But he didn't even care,
And he pelted them with his kitchenware.

The hobbits started to run,
So he loaded up his gun,
But he chased them with an axe for fun.

"Boo-hoo," they cried,
Although the old wizard tried,
But he failed to get them fried.

Their mothers were angered,
And their hair were tangled,
And the poor old wizard was strangled.