To Feanor that he collapsed and began to feel sick.
Mandos and Melkor ganged up him then

but were suddenly transfixed by Luthien
who sang like a bird and flew like a bat

But the image was ruined by her new hat
That was orange and as big as a cathedral

A whirring thing above it seemed like a gyro steeple;
Mandos, Feanor, and Melkor all ducked to avoid it

But in doing so, fell into a dark and strange pit
Filled with a strange substance that smelled odd.

In the cellars of the Halls were legions of dead cod!
And the freezer had died. The gods fled the scene

Heading for places more comfortable and clean.
They raced to the Hall's elegant lobby

Where Mandos told them of his hobby,
Collecting Cloaks left by Gandalf the grey

"As if collecting the dead didn't fill your day!"
said Feanor as he shut and locked them outside

And he curled up near Námo's fireside
Glad to be rid of the two Valar

Who now played golf to a par
And drank tea and ate biscuits

And for dinner dined on tasty briskets
And did all sorts of Britishy things

Which they'd picked up while on a fling
In anakronistic Mordor, more's the pity

Where all the people are incredibly witty
Watching over the once wheeled mountain

As Skittles tries to eat a fountain
And Malfoidacil attempts to uncloak

And Alc becomes a very confused bloke
Not having read these whimsical tales

So as the plot got lost down a rabbit trail
It was eventually saved by Bombadil

Who took the plot to the top of a hill
To watch the clouds go drifting by

Some may say this thread will soon assuredly die
if someone other than me, lmp or Alc won't post :p

Then I propose a formal toast
To the survival of this noble thread!

As it did not rot like a Wight who was dead
And yet still annoyed Tom Bombadill at night

When he often woke up and grabbed a light
To investigate the doings of that wight

Such as once in June toward twilight
He went barrowdowning and what did he see

Nothing but an old perky Ent! A walking, talking tree!
So he complained to the BW about this monstrosity

And the Barrow-wight answered with sage veracity:
"The Perky Ent is an oxymoron, a paradox, you see.

Old Tom said "Don't chop logic with me!
Back to your barrow with you!"

And the Barrow Wight just had to spew
his coffee everywhere when he heard this twaddle

And stamp his transparent feet in a large puddle
Until he realised that, as a ghost, he didn't splash

And when in anger he tried to smash
Breakable things, his hand moved right through!

And ended up in someone else’s and said, "boo"
After all, he is a ghost and had to do his duties.

"Who knew fellow wights could be ravishing beauties?"
Said the Wight to the Wightess whose hand he'd uncaressed

Though she thought him not dashing, only charming at best,
So she rushed through a wall with a wave and a wink. ;)

And the Barrow-Wight began to think
About how to win the lady's ghostly heart.

PS - Gurthang, thank goodness you're here! There's been nobody but Hookbill, Elempi and I for pages now!

Edit - Er, maybe I was exaggerating, but there has been a lack of other posters.

Far back he had to think about the amorous arts,
For it had been Ages of years since he'd died

And even more years back since he first tried
To woo the heart of a lady fair

But suddenly he was attacked by a bear!
So Mr Wight ran for the hills in terror

But the lady wight realizing her error
Chased after the bear in a rage

But as the poet turned another page
The Wight lady lost her footing and fell

To a doom most dire, so the loremasters tell;
Her fate shrouded in mystery like Entwives

And became a legend elves tell all their lives.
But as for the Barrow-Wight, it's sad to say,