A/N: Hello there Middle-Earth fans and inhabitants (as your preference of self-reference may be)! I was required to write a creative poem for English class after the AP test; they really didn't know how to keep us busy before graduation, it was quite amusing. We were supposed to use the same rhythm style as the song for "Gilligan's Island". Anyway, I decided to write a poem based on my favorite part of The Fellowship of the Ring. This poem takes place during the hobbit conspiracy's stay in Bree, and concerns their misadventures therein and the unveiling of the true danger they were in for. I fancy a few parts clever, but it is actually rather rough. I hope it brings you a smile at the least and sends you merrily along with your business. Let me know what I can improve upon please! Taima
Ruffled Pony
In the town of Bree there's a homely three
who run a cozy inn.
The Prancing Pony is it's name,
and you by charm they'll win.
There's Butterbur, the innkeeper;
a large and pleasant ditz.
To help him he's got Bob and Nob
two stout cheery hobbits.
Life was grand in their Breeland
until one startling night
Nob was serving Corn-on-the-cob
When he took in a sight;
Across the yard he spied five forms
of darkness moving near,
he ran for Bob fightin' back a sob
from some nameless fear!
Merry came a'scramblin' in
for he too had a fright;
out upon the roads of Bree
evil stirred the night.
The hobbitsconvened and almost careened
into the shadowy Strider,
a belated letter from Butterbur
revealed Ranger as guider!
They slept not in their hobbit-beds
but used pillows as fakes.
Bob and Nob stood watch all night
for their Shire-mates' sakes.
When the dawn came near the damage was clear
no villainpassed through the door.
Yet now where'er the pillows had lain
feathers covered the floor.
Soon the whole town awoke to the news;
"Strangers brought trouble to Bree!"
Some slant-eyed fellows slipped off in the night,
the seemed no-one's friends to be.
Alas! Quiet escape could not be afforded
the hobbit conspiracy.
At last they bought the pony Bill,
and left Bree publicly.
The Prancing Pony won't forget,
it's midnight shadow scare.
But if e'er you need a cozy bed,
you'll find fine service there.