I wrote "The Ballad of the Birthday-Present" to be amusing mainly to me and
perhaps to others. If you don't like this poem, that's fine with me. If
you do like it, leave that person alone.. they can have that opinion if it
pleases them, precious.. Just tell me what you think!
The poem "The Ballad of the Birthday-Present" belongs to me, although the
characters of Gollum, Sméagol, Déagol, Frodo, Sam, &c belong to JRR Tolkien
and Tolkien Enterprises.
The Ballad of the Birthday-Present
Our birthday it is;
Fish we will
With our friend
Déagol.
Explore we will,
Dig under trees.
What's Déagol found?
"Give us that, please."
He says no;
We gets mad,
Kill the only friend
We had.
Take what he found;
It's shiny and gold.
And it's magical;
Find out all that's told.
Grandmother kicks us
Out of her hole.
We take our Precious;
Weep "Poor Sméagol!"
The Faces, they burn us;
Must get 'way from the light!
Hide during daytime;
Creep 'long at night.
Find us some mountains;
We burrow in.
Find there's no secrets;
Live on fissh and goblin.
Then Baggins comes,
Steals our Precious!
We go leave our cave;
Don't care about fish!
Must find Baggins now;
Go to the Black Land
And tell the Dark Lord
Of what He wants on His hand!
But I find a way out;
I found it, I did.
Won't follow His orders;
Won't do as He bid!
We hunt now for Baggins;
Get caught by Wood-Elves.
Wicked, bright eyes;
Must rescue ourselves!
But Orcses come help us;
We've powerful friends.
And now we'll find Precious;
For it the Lord sends!
And now we've found Baggins!
Swear it's him we'll serve.
But hobbits will find,
They get what they deserve!
There's two hobbitses;
Master's quite kind.
But the other will kill us,
That's what he's in mind.
We obey the Master,
Lead him to the Gate.
They're about to go in,
But then we says, "Wait!"
"There's another way in,"
Sss! Does we dare?
"Hobbits be careful;
A tunnel and stairs!"
Master agrees;
We go up the stairs
And come to the tunnel
That's called Shelob's Lair.
Then we disappear;
Leave Shelob to Master;
Kill the cruel one who calls,
"Mr Frodo, run faster!"
But the hobbit's strong!
He will defeat us,
So we scramble away;
Can't believe that he beat us.
Hobbits go on
Into the Black Land
Up to Mount Doom,
But we make a last stand!
Knock hobbits over;
Master goes on.
Cruel hobbit will kill us,
But he tells us, "Be gone!"
And so we now come
To the Mountain of Flame
And now Sméagol sees
For what hobbits aim.
So we fight the Master
And bite off his finger.
"Precious! O Precious!"
But we do not linger.
Topple to fire
And ashes and dust.
And so Sméagol ends
With a wail of Precious.
perhaps to others. If you don't like this poem, that's fine with me. If
you do like it, leave that person alone.. they can have that opinion if it
pleases them, precious.. Just tell me what you think!
The poem "The Ballad of the Birthday-Present" belongs to me, although the
characters of Gollum, Sméagol, Déagol, Frodo, Sam, &c belong to JRR Tolkien
and Tolkien Enterprises.
The Ballad of the Birthday-Present
Our birthday it is;
Fish we will
With our friend
Déagol.
Explore we will,
Dig under trees.
What's Déagol found?
"Give us that, please."
He says no;
We gets mad,
Kill the only friend
We had.
Take what he found;
It's shiny and gold.
And it's magical;
Find out all that's told.
Grandmother kicks us
Out of her hole.
We take our Precious;
Weep "Poor Sméagol!"
The Faces, they burn us;
Must get 'way from the light!
Hide during daytime;
Creep 'long at night.
Find us some mountains;
We burrow in.
Find there's no secrets;
Live on fissh and goblin.
Then Baggins comes,
Steals our Precious!
We go leave our cave;
Don't care about fish!
Must find Baggins now;
Go to the Black Land
And tell the Dark Lord
Of what He wants on His hand!
But I find a way out;
I found it, I did.
Won't follow His orders;
Won't do as He bid!
We hunt now for Baggins;
Get caught by Wood-Elves.
Wicked, bright eyes;
Must rescue ourselves!
But Orcses come help us;
We've powerful friends.
And now we'll find Precious;
For it the Lord sends!
And now we've found Baggins!
Swear it's him we'll serve.
But hobbits will find,
They get what they deserve!
There's two hobbitses;
Master's quite kind.
But the other will kill us,
That's what he's in mind.
We obey the Master,
Lead him to the Gate.
They're about to go in,
But then we says, "Wait!"
"There's another way in,"
Sss! Does we dare?
"Hobbits be careful;
A tunnel and stairs!"
Master agrees;
We go up the stairs
And come to the tunnel
That's called Shelob's Lair.
Then we disappear;
Leave Shelob to Master;
Kill the cruel one who calls,
"Mr Frodo, run faster!"
But the hobbit's strong!
He will defeat us,
So we scramble away;
Can't believe that he beat us.
Hobbits go on
Into the Black Land
Up to Mount Doom,
But we make a last stand!
Knock hobbits over;
Master goes on.
Cruel hobbit will kill us,
But he tells us, "Be gone!"
And so we now come
To the Mountain of Flame
And now Sméagol sees
For what hobbits aim.
So we fight the Master
And bite off his finger.
"Precious! O Precious!"
But we do not linger.
Topple to fire
And ashes and dust.
And so Sméagol ends
With a wail of Precious.