A poem about a King

Disclaimer: As far as I know I did not write Lord of the Rings. It seems I am not rolling in my grave or jumping in piles of money so it seems i have no affiliation whatsoever with anything Lord of the Rings like. These, although are my own words so I would appreciate it if you didn't 'borrow' them or 'steal' them. If you would like them u can ask.

Note: I don't own Alice in wonderland either.

The Beginning:

Someone asked for another rhyme
Hopefully it'll be better this time

It is meant to be about
Mr. Aragorn and his spout

What spout you ask, the q'n is fair
Unlike his unconditioned hair

The spout is something I put in
To make it rhyme, it seems I win.

Now back to subject that's at hand
Some say he is gorgeous man

I disagree, but I will not dis
Although I'm very good at this

He is man, his girl is elf
He loves her more than loves himself

He is a king of all the land
Boromir's father has in hand

The rightful heir unto the throne
I'm struggling now, throw me a bone

Some people write slash fics on net
I haven't read any, no, not yet

They seem to think that he is gay
But I say there must be other way

If you want to kill me for saying
That Arwen, Aragorn is playing

Then kill me now and do not wait
Since I have already ate

Now let me think now let me thunk
Legolas is far greater spunk

And merry too for that matter
For Aragorn is madder than a hatter

But definitely not in bad a way
Although I've seen him eat some hay

This poem isn't making sense
So I'll give up and jump the fence

I hope you liked and if you don't
Review away or maybe you won't

The End.