There once was a Ranger named Strider
Whose miles from his Elf just grew wider,
He pined and he sighed
Til his big day arrived
Then, surprise! He was there right beside her!
In Bree there once dwelt with long legs
A Man who foul-faced, was still brave,
He said "do not stare:
I look foul, feel fair!"
And they felt him a knight among knaves.
With a company brave that he lead
He went through the paths of the Dead
And when through them he'd gone,
And the battle was won,
He dismissed them - or so I've read.
There once was a fleet-footed king
Who ran like his footsteps had wings,
Then he popped from the grass,
And cried out "let us pass!"
Making riders drop all of their things.
okay, that was lame...try again.
Telcontar all his house shall be called;
(In adding more names never stalled),
One per tongue was his ruling,
Though the lists were accruing,
And his scribes were all soon going bald.
(from pulling out their hair with frustration!)
There once was a lanky-legged stranger
Whom Butterbur labeled a Ranger.
While he first seemed suspicious,
He wasn't malicious,
In fact, he helped hobbits in danger!
There once was a Wilderness tracker,
Who out in the Wild was no slacker,
He once shot a deer,
In the marshes for fear
That his hobbits would starve minus snackers.
There once was a man, Aragorn
Who wandered about all forlorn
His hair was a mess
And he seemed, more or less,
In denial of who he was born.
- Old Toby
There once was a Ranger all skanky
Who curled some noses, all ranky,
Til once in a tumble,
Rapids-washed, rumble bumble,
He clean drifted ashore like a planky.
There once was King and a Cap'n,
With all sorts of jewelry flappin'-
Sword, brooches and ring
Seemed to him quite the thing,
But y'know, it's with Elves he's been rappin'.
Now Strider was older in years
Than Eowyn thought, of her peers
A stew she did make
Not some soup, or a cake
It had Aragorn nearly in tears...
There was a royal heir from Nantucket
Who carried his sword in a bucket
It was in in several parts
But he knew them by heart(s)
When reforged in orcs he then stuck it!
- Jennan O Possums
I saw Aragorn swing away
detaching foul orcs heads all day
He swung to and fro
and his sword it did glow,
reforged Narsil - Anduril his blade.
There was a ragged-haired man,
As he tries to do all he can
He fought Sauron's minions
that's not an opinion
Though I am a big M-e fan.
I can't seem to find a good end
to give him his just due and then
Allow a new post
for guest or for host
so reading is the time I'll spend.