 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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