Disclaimer: I again, own nothing, except for my really whacked out head. I really like this poem so please leave it be.
A/N: Now imagine the part in the movie where Bilbo is talking to those insanely cute hobbit children. He leans in and says, "Now my lads and lasses, I'm going to recite a poem about a hobbit. Well he wasn't quite a hobbit. He was more like a very old, crinkled hobbit with strangly hair. And no belly. Yes I know it's a shock to me too, but this little hobbit man had no belly! And this very odd little hobbit my dears...was gollum."
Gollum
Under the Misty Mountains deep
A slimy, sullen creature sleeps
Without a purpose or a plan
He wrings his cruel and crawling hands
And in those hands a ring there lay
He hates its origin to this day
For murder is what it cost the thing
to obtain this single golden ring
And so he rocks amongst the gloom
Foretelling of his imminent doom
That he thinks will happen, come what may
And so his feeble mind he has to sway
"A present's what it was me dear,
And Deagol's screams, they couldn't hear
And Grandmother yes, she banished me
She'll get her punishment" said he
"She'll come to terms with what she did."
And so he plans in the mountains hid
Of all the cruel and evil ways
He'll come out of his hole one day
And punish those that caused him grief
And to himself he thinks he speaks!
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