Free verse № 46946
What Hobbit songs are really like...
I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and think of dirty things
Of deviant dwarves who suck their toes
and elves who drub their dings.
I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and dream exotic dreams
Of dragons who dress in rubber clothes
and trolls who do it in teams.
I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and wish for a thrill or two
For a goblin that goes in for a few no-nos
or an orc with a thing about glue.
And all of the while I sit and pick
I think of such jolly things
As whips and screws and leather slacks
of frottages and stings.
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