Ok, I'm officially ridiculously obsessed.
The other day, I had nothing to do, a pen in hand, and no one will ever guess what I found myself doing. I wrote the entire "Rings" poem on the inseam of my jeans. (The inseam because it's easier to reach when you're sitting down.) Now, starting at my right ankle, one could (if I'd let people look) read:
(right leg)
Three Rings for the Elven Kings under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
(left leg)
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie
One ring to rule them all; one ring to find them
One ring to bring them all; and in the darknes, bind them.
ITLOMWTSL (I ran out of room)
Now that is sad. [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]
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