One Hungry Hobbit
By Yodaman
'Why don't we stop for a bite?' asked the Hobbit
With a beastly ravenous fury
He'd take anything from some beef to pork to chicken
Even some Gondorian curry!
'What?' asks the Ranger of the North
'We just got one at the inn!
Surely that was enough for you
Don't you want to say trim?'
'Yes' says the Hobbit with a smile on a face
Eager for a bite of pork grind
'What about a second breakfast' he said to his friend
His stomach enzymes messing with his mind.
The ranger just walked off ignoring the mess
Shocked of the behavior of his friend
He had never had more than three meals
Let alone beg for one till the end.
'He doesn't know about second breakfast' said the other Hobbit
And very angry was he
He just wasted a very good minute
A minute of peace and glee!
'Doesn't know about second breakfast?' asked the shocked Hobbit
The worst of all horrors he must bear!
No elevensies or afternoon tea
And dinner and supper are not there!
How could his life end this way
With so much agony and pain?
His life was so young and carefree
And now it would never be the same.
Suddenly he felt a bump on his skullOh he was going to smack his pal!
But lying on the ground was an apple
Salvation had come to his bowels!
Picked the fruit up and said 'oh'
But more happy was he than that!
He devoured the morsel with such desire
And happily on the ground he sat.
Thus is the tale of a monstrous horror
A terror beyond comprehension
But all fears can be overcome by kindness
And that's the end of this conversation.
The End