Poem

Pickles, Peppers
Pots of Jam
Butter, Cheeses
Bread and Ham
Bacon, Mushrooms
Boiled Eggs
Sweetcorn, Carrots
Fresh picked Veg!

Sausage Rolls and
Pasties too
Baked Potatoes
Bowls of Stew
Pies and Flans and
Lots more Pies
Did I mention
Bring some Pies?

Ode To Old Bloodtusk

Shores of the Sand,
Lays of the Land,
The grains between my toes,
Strong the wind blows,

The Sea! Oh the Sea!
It strives to awake me!
Soothing water,
The Elven daughter,
Shining in the Moonlight,
Ever calm, in the star-night

((Sindarin Translation. Translated Kindly by Naruvir of Realelvish.net. Thanks Naruvir!))

 Oh, lovely are carrots and lovely are peas
And ever so lovely's a berry-pie sweet,
But lovelier still than the fruit on the trees
Is a lad with bright eyes and soft hair on his feet.

There once was a Hobbit lass sweet as a pie
The loveliest lass in the whole of the Shire:
Few days without lads to propose would go by,
But she had not found one to match her desire.

She said: "I do care for your roses so red
And waves and helloes and sweet smiles from the lads -
But show me a Hobbit who will turn my head

Here, I give you freedom, my love, my dear.

For I know, you don’t need protection, you know no fear.

I give you time, time to think, time to decide..

But please, my love, choose my side..

Know this, I love you more than I can define..

Will you ever be mine?...

Beyond  the hills there lies a wood.

Of trees of old, I speak with truth.

There I now wander, not on my own.

Through a land, for many yet unknown.

My heart lies with her, she, mistress of the wood.

For she is a pure radiation of peace and youth.

((NOTE: My Sindarin is quite bad. Please send me a PM if you think you have a better translation for something or other!))

Apples'n Picnics

I went along a winding way
On such a splendid summer day
I had a basket on my arm
with pies and puddings, cold and warm
At last I came to a perfect spot
the grass was green, the sun was hot
But best of all the things to see
was a wonderful old apple tree
Those apples were so good to eat
 so crisp and tender, rich and sweet
I wont forget that apple tree
and hope it fondly thinks of me!

The Rhyme of the Ancient Hobbit

Part One

And there the ancient hobbit sits
With many gathered round
Much silence in the Inn that night
There hardly was a sound
And then the Gaffer thumps his mug
His eyes looked sharp and mean
"I'll tell ye all about the Inn,
And why the Dragon's green!"

"So long ago, I was a lad"
Was how his tale began
"I worked the pits in Scary town
It toughened up these hands