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Poem - the Thing that even Bullroarer fears

posted Mar 22, 2016, 10:42 AM by Peppy Bristlebrush
By Lina Willowwood 
  

the Thing that even Bullroarer fears  

A taller lad yer never saw 
The stoutest Took in farthings four  
A full-size steed he rode with pride  
His club was longer than an oar  

On Greenfields hobbits rallied round  
The hero of the goblin war
He killed their king in one fell swoop
And took his place in hobbit lore

Oh Bullroarer, we bow to you
This bright and festive spring-time day
Whenever danger roams our land
Your bravery will show the way

But courage only goes so far
For even heroes have their flaws
A worry never overcome
Their daring crushed by terror's jaws

And even one so bold as him
One thing he'd always face with fear
A source of near eternal dread
His tight and tiny underwear!

At four foot five, an awkward height
No cloth did ever fit him well
With tiny steps he moved ahead
Constricted by them britches fell

So think of him this day in spring
And ponder on his famous roar
The reason for his loudest screams?
Those piddly pants he always wore...



This was one of three poems by three different poets, made specially for Bullroarer Took Day 2016.
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