Thoughts of Gandalf.

It's getting cold

Upon this tower

I'm getting smelly

Could do with a shower.

Surrounded by evil

And many an orc

Not good company

They won't talk.

They're cutting down trees

And burning them too

It's the wrong time of year

For a barbeque.

The wind is blowing

It's tangling my hair

Saruman's is never knotty

It's so unfair.

There's nothing to do

I'm really bored

I bet this never happens

To that dark lord.

I hate this place

Those orcs are scary

Saruman thinks he's better than me

Because his beard's more hairy.

And he's got an army

That's ten thousand strong

But I've got four hobbits

What could possibly go wrong?

But then again

Quite a lot could

What if they get lost

In a big dark wood?

But then there's Strider

That nice friendly ranger

He'll keep those hairy creatures

From perilous danger.

He should grow

A beard with class

It would suit him better

Than that stubbly chin he has.

I hope I think

Of a plan soon

Or the wizards will call me

A complete loon.

I can't think of anything

As much as I endeavour

Come to the conclusion

That I'm not too clever.