Poem - the Thing that even Bullroarer fears

Post date: Mar 22, 2016 5:42:53 PM

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 warHe killed their king in one fell swoopAnd took his place in hobbit loreOh 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.