I'm honored that you think my poems are good, Olorin, but I like the style of yours better. Mine are... bouncy. My poetry is mostly dark and moody, but it just feels easier to write cheerful acrostics.
Overcome by weariness,
Lying by the Withywindle,
Drowsy Halflings almost die.
Fortunately,
Old Tom Bombadil
Runs into Frodo and Sam,
Enthusiastically
Saving
The day.
Haha- I actually kind of like this one!
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