A Hobbit's Book of Poetry
By: Child of Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTRO.
I do however, own the original works that you will find in this fic.
A Trip To Bree
I'm on the road, trees passing by
My belly growls and I heave a sigh
It's time for lunch, the sun is high
I wish I had some fish to fry.
However, I cannot stop yet
My trip has not yet reached its end
I must reach Bree before sunset
And until I get there, I cannot rest.
Wolves and bears and brigands too
It is not safe for folk who
Travel along the roads these days
So I continue on posthaste
I meet a Ranger along the way
Lenglinn, he says, is his name
He keeps a lookout for crebain
Those birds can be a giant pain.
Halfway there I see some carts
Adso Haybank is the hobbit in charge
Of this small camp beside the road
And cooking is a delicious roast!
My mouth waters at the smell
But sadly I must say farewell
I must keep going, I can't be late
I have to reach the Bree-town gate
The sun is low as I enter Bree
And in a few moments I shall be
Inside the inn where Bingo waits
Mercy me, I hope there's steak!
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