Smeagol the Meager
A Poem by Basil Psyche
Disclaimer:
Do I look like Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien to you? I don't own LOTR. You can't OWN a world.
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Prologue: I just wrote this because as I watched The Two Towers I saw how they added a more pitiful look to Smeagol than in the book. The first parts don't rhyme but all poems don't rhyme! Free expression...


Gollum.......Smeagol.....
We think alone in solitude...
Why does It hurt us?
Why does it obsess?

Look what It has done to us?
Wretched, wretched creature!!!!!
But preciousss loves us!
Precious is what we must possess!!!

But tricky tricky hobbits!
They steal it from us!
If only we could kill them,
If only we could take the gem!

But masters are good,
They are on our side,
They give us food,
And a place to hide.

Stupid thing!
You will never learn!!
Who cares what they bring?
It is not our concern?

But how will we get precious back?
Will will we grasp it?
With a simple hack?
A good timed hit?

No, no, no, that's much to hard,
We get a pro,
Since the fat one's on guard...
Ah, she will know!

Yes, yes, she will know...
Sheeeeeeeelob...