[Disclaimer: Tolkien created Gríma, not me.]
[Author's Notes: My friend Mythistra wrote the first two lines of the first limerick. Go, her!]
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Gríma was treacherous and slimy
And his nickname to Éowyn was "Grimey"...
He made Théoden ill,
Called Gandalf Lathspell
Then got thrown out on his hiney!
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Gríma wore robes of the deepest black,
Wanted to give Théoden a heart attack,
Yoink up his neice
Cover her in grease,
And that seemed pretty wack!
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Gríma was a big hunk of sexy man,
With gothic clothes and a cute little can,
I'd like to wash his hair,
Have his eyebrows grow hair,
But his skin could stay pale and wan.
[Author's Notes: My friend Mythistra wrote the first two lines of the first limerick. Go, her!]
~*~
Gríma was treacherous and slimy
And his nickname to Éowyn was "Grimey"...
He made Théoden ill,
Called Gandalf Lathspell
Then got thrown out on his hiney!
~*~
Gríma wore robes of the deepest black,
Wanted to give Théoden a heart attack,
Yoink up his neice
Cover her in grease,
And that seemed pretty wack!
~*~
Gríma was a big hunk of sexy man,
With gothic clothes and a cute little can,
I'd like to wash his hair,
Have his eyebrows grow hair,
But his skin could stay pale and wan.
