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Sorry, I was busy during the swords one, but I do acknowledge the fact that William did nearly all of the work.
OK ... this is my second one in rhyming couplets.
It also goes to a tune: 'Sing a song of sixpence.'
1. Sing a song of Tolkien: strong’s the spirit here!
2. Pain in neck and empty? Nomenclature is queer.
3. By this may you live, since it’s not by bread alone –
4. And here’s a place where (fancifully) hob-nobs could be grown.
5. Here’s the way that you must serve a tennis ball,
6. Here dwelt one whose stories, (many thought), were tall.
7. Here have fun and paddle, but do not prick your toes -
8. And here big grins abound, they say, and none are lachrymose!
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"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
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