A Poem about a Bearded Short Fat Man or rather Dwarf.

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.

NB: Andelites reappear... I do not own them... I am not good enough to own them *sob*

The Beginning:

The bearded dwarf called Gimli,
Is the only thing that I can see

Because i'm sitting to damn near
The television that is here.

An Elf of Sirannon asked me to make
Another poem for her sake

And because I find that if i'm nice
People won't fill my house with mice

And sometimes they will even write
A wittle review, so I might

Write a poem for her, indeed I am
about the bearded, short, fat man

Okay i'm lying he's a dwarf
And I really wish that I could morph

(Like the creatures in my legolas bit
I hope that this poem isn't as shit)

But back to this little poemy rant
When Gimli runs he tends to slightly pant

But it can't be helped coz his legs are so short
Unlike the enemies that he has fought

In all the movies, one, two and three
(don't watch them at once coz you'll need to pee)

Gimli has a itsie bitsie crush
On Galadriel, but it's all hush hush

Did I spoil it for you? Didn't you know?
There's nothing like their foul flirting show.

He looks at her, she looks at him
They share a moment, it seems to get dim

But then she reads his thoughts, and he's thinking dirty
things bout fitting himself under her skirty

She runs away, but he cannot follow
because his legs are too short and too hollow

Their romance ends there, that is all that happens
Cept all the chocolate Gimli eats till he fattens

Gimli moves on, falls in love with nother elf
(trust me it's better than loving himself)

His name is Legolas and he is a pansy
But he is perfect and Gimli he fancies

They get it on but it got cut out in edit
It's not in the book either, there is no way you read it

I swear it does happen! But the sensors weren't happies
They said it wasn't suitable to children in nappies

I say who cares but they yelled at me
Told me to go and find my own tree!

Enough about them, or the tiny little man
Who coincidentally has a tiny little can

I am ending this now before it gets weirder
Or you're parents say you should run away from me

Okay I know that that didn't rhyme
But u gotta gimme a break one little time!

Goodnight to you all and I hope you review
Push the little button and make sure you do!

And remember to give me another name
To write about, or all these will be the same

Please help me now i'm doing me best
Put my poetic skills to a challenging test!

The End.