The Never Ending Poem...

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Originally Posted by Alcarillo

If he fails to satisfactorily satiate
My undying hunger for torches and candles.

And yet I fear all of the terrible scandals
That the press will print about all of this

[Gurthang]

Originally Posted by Hookbill the Goomba

And yet I fear all of the terrible scandals
That the press will print about all of this

And all who read will be full of bliss,
From seeing their Steward on fire.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Originally Posted by Gurthang

And all who read will be full of bliss,
From seeing their Steward on fire.

Then he had a thought most dire!
What he was writing made no sense!

[Gurthang]

Originally Posted by Hookbill the Goomba

Then he had a thought most dire!
What he was writing made no sense!

So to satisfy his conscience,
He drenched the journal in oil.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Originally Posted by Gurthang

So to satisfy his conscience,
He drenched the journal in oil.

Yet the Ent's blood* began to boil
For the paper was made of trees



*Or their equivalent

[littlemanpoet]

Originally Posted by Hookbill the Goomba

Yet the Ent's blood* began to boil
For the paper was made of trees

So he sent his pollen to make Denethor sneeze
and put the fire out, staying Faramir's fate

[Alcarillo]

Originally Posted by Elempi

So he sent his pollen to make Denethor sneeze
and put the fire out, staying Faramir's fate

But Denethor then became very irate
And he took up torch and ax and attacked the ents