"Strider: Tellin' it like it is..."
The slobs from Bree, they call me Strider
My armpits stink, but I'm no Black Rider
My girl is Arwen; she'll out-live me
But she'll get no immortality
At the Prancing Pony, a darn good inn
I'd just sat back to drink my gin
These four prance in and steal the show
Foolish Hobbits, led by "Mr. Frodo"
Frodo's got a Ring to rule them all
Merry'll drink you out of Brandybuck Hall
Sam's not too bright; he's kinda dull
And poor Pippin's got no brain at all
So I lead this rather ragged bunch
To keep them from being Nazgûl lunch
And though my job pretty much stinks
I get some payment in free drinks
He, he, he [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
My brother helped me come up with this poem.
[ June 11, 2002: Message edited by: ElanorGamgee ]
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Soli Deo Gloria
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