16. LOTR, the Limerick Version. Yes, really...
Herewith, The Lord of the Rings rendered in limericks. A tough, dirty job, but someone's got to do it... WIP.... to be filled in how and where anyone wishes. Feel free to add.
The Fellowship of the Ring
Prologue: 1. Concerning Hobbits
J.R.R. Tolkien, by name,
again speaks of hobbits (the same
folk so old
of whom Bilbo told
in the Red Book that’s now much acclaimed.
Quiet and peace do they love,
and good, well-tilled earth all above.
Quick of hearing, sharp-eyed,
machines they despise
(‘cept stills and the products thereof).
Smaller than dwarves, it is true,
their height is not something they rue.
They can disappear
when big Men draw near,
and laugh at the whole clumsy crew.
As a people they’re know to be merry,
as a rule their feet bare, tough and hairy.
They love a good joke,
even more a good smoke,
and o’er a fine meal often tarry.
By most other folk long unknown,
left in peace in the Shire on their own;
by chance or by fate
(as Tolkien relates)
into the large world they were thrown.
--flick
Book One
Chapter 9. At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
A warning from impending danger
uttered the mysterious ranger
from beneath his hood
to Hobbits so cute
llest they head off with a scraggy stranger.
--fliewatuet
***
The Two Towers
Book Three.
Chapter 2. The Riders of Rohan.
In pursuit of the Orcs the three hunters sped
away from the place where Boromir's spirit'd fled
up hill and down dale
their strength did not fail
until they ran straigth into an éored.
-- fliewatuet
The Fellowship of the Ring
Prologue: 1. Concerning Hobbits
J.R.R. Tolkien, by name,
again speaks of hobbits (the same
folk so old
of whom Bilbo told
in the Red Book that’s now much acclaimed.
Quiet and peace do they love,
and good, well-tilled earth all above.
Quick of hearing, sharp-eyed,
machines they despise
(‘cept stills and the products thereof).
Smaller than dwarves, it is true,
their height is not something they rue.
They can disappear
when big Men draw near,
and laugh at the whole clumsy crew.
As a people they’re know to be merry,
as a rule their feet bare, tough and hairy.
They love a good joke,
even more a good smoke,
and o’er a fine meal often tarry.
By most other folk long unknown,
left in peace in the Shire on their own;
by chance or by fate
(as Tolkien relates)
into the large world they were thrown.
--flick
Book One
Chapter 9. At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
A warning from impending danger
uttered the mysterious ranger
from beneath his hood
to Hobbits so cute
llest they head off with a scraggy stranger.
--fliewatuet
***
The Two Towers
Book Three.
Chapter 2. The Riders of Rohan.
In pursuit of the Orcs the three hunters sped
away from the place where Boromir's spirit'd fled
up hill and down dale
their strength did not fail
until they ran straigth into an éored.
-- fliewatuet
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