There once was a hobbit named Pip,
some said he should get a grip.
He threw a stone down a well,
said the Balrog, 'Oh hell!,
that hobbit's no more than a drip!'
That was pretty bad. What's worse, it took me ages to write! Poor limerickaly-challenged old me.
__________________
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.'
|