A/N: Alright, this is my really bad effort at poetry. Please excuse me for my bad rhyme. This is only for entertainment purposes.
My Precious
Gollum: Our!
Smeagol: yes, yes, Our precious.
By Gollum
You are everything to me,
(Gollum: Us! Smeagol - cowering: Us...)
All other friends we cast aside.
From now on you will always be
Our life, our comfort, and our guide.
...
They stole you from us, precious, love,
Nasty hobbitses, they are.
But we will search for you, our love,
We'll search for you both near and far.
...
Hobbits made us their slave, we hated them -
Master tricked good Smeagol, then
Evil captain of Gondor came
And beat us up, their faithful friend!
...
So we became the Master, dear,
We led them into Shelob's lair,
It was very dark and cold in there,
We made them tremble and shake with fear.
...
We took you from the Master, then,
We had you back - held you to our heart!
We'll never let you go again -
We'll love you till death do us part.
(Splash)
Ok, I'm sure I'm going to be really embarrassed of this and delete it in a few days. You don't even have to review, is so bad.