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.