Clerihew for Dinledhwen
Legolas Greenleaf, handsome Elf
I want him all to myself
But I must share him with our Din
Wait! I think that might be a sin
- Strange Elf
Byr A Thoddaid (translation: Braindamage)
Braindamaged has Bry A Thoddaid,
my matter grey in shackles tied.
For one can hope to aid the strain of head
in bed, 'neath covers lain.
But no such luck shall come to pass with Prim.
Brim full of brains, the lass!
Her games poetic sound the call:
You lazy lout! Get on the Ball!!!
- Doctor Gamgee
Cancione Primadonna
Home to nothing, cyberspace
now is filled with every race.
Elf and Hobbit, Ent and Man.
All were labled, "Tolkien fan."
From one lone board, fast and true,
The fellowship quickly grew.
And all the world now can see,
The acorn once; now a tree.
And in its shade's dappled light,
a friendship flame lit the night.
A loyal few gathered there.
And grew into something rare.
One found solace, balm for care,
Others spoke of elven hair,
Some there were, with gifts to write
tales unseen by elven sight.
Some tales of love; bended knee,
Others filled with joyful glee.
Others still of arrows flew,
of silly fights; rainbow goo.
Homage given when we can,
For what was termed: Master plan.
Hobbit lass with kindly face,
Built this Home in cyberspace.
- Doctor Gamgee