(Written for and performed at Bullroarer Took Day 2022)
Bullroarer Took
In days of yore ‘tis said a giant strode
Amid the gentle folk who haunt the Shire:
Upon a full grown steed, he daily rode
To tend his flocks, bring cattle to the byre.
Though tall and strong beside his hobbit kin,
A gentle soul, he craved a quiet life:
A pipe, a tale, a tankard at the inn
And home to dinner, children, and his wife.
Then sweep the goblin hordes on to the fields:
Straight out he strides and without pause or check,
He swings, and with the mighty club he wields,
He splits their leader’s skull clean from his neck.
Then roars this challenge to that loathsome band:
“Ne’er again disturb our peaceful land!”
