Just a bit of poetry that I wrote for school that I thought I'd share. Please let me know what you think. In a hole in the ground lived Bilbo Baggins who didn't get around nor dreamed of dragons. Dragon gold laid cold in the Lonely Mountain The one spring night came visiting thirteen strangers who were quite the sight and spoke of many dangers. Dragon gold laid cold in the Lonely Mountain To get forgotten gold he went with them, and journeyed to a mountain cold "Go inside." he was told. Dragon gold laid cold in the Lonely Mountain. The dragon awoke away he flew of death he spoke before he was slew. Dragon gold laid cold in the Lonely Mountain.