First of all, I just want to applaud everyone who's posted their limericks here. Some of these are very well done. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

Here are my contributions:

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'Tis a hobbit I wish I could be,
And I'd live in the Shire, next to thee,
In our own hobbit hole:
By the river we'd stroll,
And dance 'neath the old Party Tree.
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There once was a ring, forged in flame,
That only the Dark Lord could tame;
If it calls, turn away,
And fight not to obey,
Though its evil beseeches your name.

Wow! A limericks thread!

The story: I was watching "Matrix Revolution," eagerly anticipating the RotK trailer(which I've memorised, thanks to Finwe... [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] ) Well, lo and behold! due to the machination of immachined(what?) country, they didn't show it...waaaaah!!!!!

There was an Elf in the theater
The trailer he tried to remember.
But he froze like a block,
for much to his shock
The movie did not show the trailer.

Now with that off my back, we can go to LotR-related limericks.

Gimli the Dwarf from Erebor,
with his best swing-swingest axe ever.
Befriended an Elf
Who so preened himself
And now where are they together?

Wow. A riddle.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 6:34 AM December 24, 2003: Message edited by: Nilpaurion Felagund ]

There once was a Wight at the Barrows
Whose casket was terribly narrow
And so out she dug
And pulled out the rug
Underneath Fordim H. and his Sombrero


????


...I have no explanation.

Of BD'ers avatars there's a plethora
They give the poster a similar aura
But the best of the best
One far above the rest
Is Fordim's with his puggish Fedora



No, I'm not a stalker. :p

There once was a hobbit from the land of the Shire,
Whose goal was to find the chamber of fire,
Once he was there,
Standing high in the air,
His ring was stolen by a thief and a liar.

Gil-galad was a great Elven king,
Who died in Mordor a-battling,
His mother unknown,
It is clearly shown,
He left no heir or princeling.

There once was a Wizard chap
Who between his ears had a gap
A terrible bore
Who made us all snore
And his fireworks were utterly crap.

By Lotho Sackville-Baggins.

Not Limericks, but a few poems.

Legolas Greenleaf asleep under tree
You had better wake up, for you need a pee
If you lie there much longer, your pants will be wet
For as old as you are, you`re not potty trained yet.


All that is good is not clever
All with a sword are not brave
If you follow that dimwit forever
You`ll end up in an early grave.

There once was an elf who had hair
Who liked to make everybody stare
One day when he slept
Upon him someone crept
See if to sleep now he dares

[for anyone who didn't get it, his hair either got cut off or dyed a weird color]\

A fat hobbit named Sam did sing
Of many a delicious thing
But one day he tried
And oh! how he cried
A bee on his tongue did sting

Okay, I know, pretty crap. But what the hell?

Poetic renaissance
 

It's time to revive the limerick craze here at the Downs, so here are two that I dashed off this afternoon.

I call this one 'Advice to Innkeepers'.

When forwarding mail for the Wise,
Beware of the Enemy's spies;
And ensure that it's sent
As your customer meant
Or problems are sure to arise.

Whereas this examines the private life of Middle-earth's most famous cat-lover.

It drove Queen Berúthiel bats
That she couldn't be rid of the cats,
Which sharpened their claws
On her sandalwood doors,
And slept in her favourite hats.