Welcome back to the second installment of my little bit of poetry. It is not so long as the first, the reason being that the first was written over a period of a year, whenever I got bored in my college classes. I wrote these next ones during accounting I on Monday.
CrystalFNfire: I corrected some of the spelling of the last chapter, namely Smaug's name. thanks for pointing that out
randomrohanfreak: yes, I love that limerick. I wrote one once along those same lines. My parents used to have this book, dirty little limericks, that they used to hide from me. (Of course, that meant I looked for it even more) I learned the meter from there, and the poems amused me. In the forward, Edward Lear's limerick was quoted. I only wish my skills were equal to his.
Well, on to the main event!
Meanwhile
unbeknownst to our party,
Sarumon's
orcs amassed an army
From out
of their breed
Made
Uruk-hai seed
Super-orcs
to run in sun freely.
So Sarumon
sent out his Crebain
To sort
out their Fellowship bane.
In Eregion vale,
They
played well and hale.
Unsuspecting
of imminent pain.
A cloud
moving against the stiff breeze
Was a
warning and all there did freeze.
'Twere
black birds who spy,
And to
Sarumon fly,
With this
Gandalf was not very pleased.
So they
knew then the mountain was watched,
And their
trek o'er the pass then was botched;
For red
Caradhras
Would no
hikers pass,
They would
not be "Excelsior!" touched.
Then Gimli
opined it was better,
If not to
go over, then under!
Through
Moria's gates,
To find
his Dwarf mates
About his
relations he wondered.
He knew
they had reclaimed the Great Hall,
And he
would not believe they could fall.
But
Goblins lived there,
And worse
had its lair
In the
deep dark beneath Durin's mall.
Well they
could not go over, 'tis true,
And
Gandalf did not know what to do.
They let
Frodo choose,
Who had
most to lose,
And he
chose the long cave to go through.