Sauron sat upon his Throne,
dialing randomly on his phone.
"Hello, who's there?" a voice did say,
"It's me, your Lord! Come on, let's play!"
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The orc did yawn and answered slowly,
"Surely you jest, the time's unholy."
Before another protest sounded,
Fluffy found himself suddenly surrounded.
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"Okay, okay!" And Fluffy raised,
"Most excellent!" the Dark Lord praised.
Shortly then the orc did enter
Sauron's room; the epicentre.
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"What is it, Snookums?" Fluffy asked,
But his impatience was not masked.
"I don't suppose you can make rhyme?"
"No, I'd rather eat some slime."
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With question answered, the Dark Lord pondered,
"I think this chapter is fully squandered."
With that the orc could not deny,
and looked his master in the eye.
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"Seek help fast, as Gandalf said,
Lest otherwise you end up dead."
"Is that a threat?" asked Sauron dryly,
"No, not at all!" he answered boldly.
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Minutes passed with no more speech,
when finally the door did screech.
"What goes on here?" a voice did boom
And wizard Gandalf entered the room.
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"Nothing much," said the Dark Lord,
"I was just very much bored."
"Well could I please use your Throne?"
And on cue his tummy did groan.
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"Certainly!" He got up with a rush.
"But whatever you do, remember: flush!"
Outside in the hall, orc and master
discussed Gandalf's impending disaster.
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"What did he eat? I cannot conceive."
And from behind the door, they heard a heave.
"That sounds nasty!" said his servant.
"Yes, indeed!" The reply was fervent.
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"I'm off to bed," the orc confessed.
And walked off down the hall, undressed.
"Yeah, me too," his Lord did say,
"And one last time, WE ARE NOT GAY!"