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Poem Harnkegger Games 2018: Of love and trickery

posted Oct 14, 2018, 8:51 AM by Peppy Bristlebrush
By Lina Willowwood 

Of love and trickery 

Lotho was a feeble lad, his arms as thin as splinters 
Not exactly handsome, with a laugh that made yer wince 
Everybody knew that Lotho had his eyes on Rosie 
‘I will dance with her, and I will be her prince’ 

Rumours spread about a jolly party in the Shire
Courses three and drinks for free, and dancing all night long
Lotho waited night and day to get his invitation
When no letter came, he went to join the throng

There beneath the party tree, he had a drink of porter
Straight ahead the lass he’d wed, if only she’d agree
Other lads they swarmed around and kept her ever busy
‘Time fer tricks and pranks’, he rubbed his hands with glee

Sneaking near the bustling crowd, he reached inside his backpack
Grinning wide and looking snide, he filled his lungs with air
Squeezing hard he blew into his father’s ancient bagpipes
‘This will make them run, and leave the maiden fair’

No-one could explain the utter chaos that descended
Laddies yelped with cries of help, they ran toward the hills
Tables turned and ale-kegs burned, and Rosie lost her manners
Lotho heard her scream, a howl that gave him chills

Late at night the party hosts were sifting through the carnage
Weeping shrill and looking ill, Lotho clutched a rag
‘Never let a hobbit lassie catch yer playing bagpipes’
‘She will break the pipes, and make yer eat the bag’