2. The Brothers of Gondor
who defended her eastern frontier
that we hope will be seen
in a nude-bathing scene
when the third movie makes its premier
The oldest Mir brother has steel
That the forum-girls find has appeal
(Though his sword is quite fine,
I speak of his behind….
Its his buns that we all want to feel)
I find that at odd times I ponder
The beautiful dimples of Gondor
And the soft, silky skin
That the dimples lie in….
Sorry… I let my mind wander
The ranger was grim and unshaven
The stewards son searched for a haven
I felt all of fifteen
Watching Viggo and Bean…
But my heart still belongs to the raven
When grey Numenorian eyes
Are just begging to be rhymed with “thighs”
It’s not his morality
But his sexuality
On which my raven relies….
Let Powzie hold on to her raven,
His integrity’s made her a maven.
So upright, so pure;
but I found a cure
for that nonsense, my dear -- Blade-cravin’.
The man was called Boromir
And was good at handling his gear
He would not please his king
Whilst desiring the Ring
And appeared to be quite austere.
Behold beautiful doomed Boromir,
a bright vision from Gondor so drear;
what great luck he is played
so close to the Blade
and with such an admirable rear.
For her ode to a dimple admired
which the Mir brothers' behinds inspired,
flick exclaimed with delight
"Now the end is in sight!"
Next with limericks we'll 'gainst her conspire!
It was launched with dreams of Sean Bean's butt;
and soon followed the ponderings of what
lay beneath those ranger hoods
*yes, my dears, that's the real goods!*
Gleefully we've descended to smut.
In Ithilien's fragrant green wood
I'm a tireless warrior for good,
my swordwork is pleasing
if subtle and teasing
the hidden blade is my ranger-hood.
Tay/powsie/fileg wrote: I desperately want to make a ‘business’ sign to hang over my desk that says “Ogling Dunedain Since 1963” Wouldn’t that look great on my website?
'Ogling Dunedain' read the banner
described lust in an elegant manner,
they've really got the goods
in their cute little hoods-
she got so heated they had to fan her.
There once was a lady named powzie
Who quite fancied grey-eyed Atani
"With those great strong thighs
It's no wonder why I've
Ogled Dúnedain since '63!"
This tendency towards Duanadan ogling
May seem to some mind-boggling
More so with Powzie
At it since sixty three
But to me it seems quite ennobling
There's a poetry maven named Tay
Long has favored the Dúnadain grey;
But will ogling suffice?
Sure 'twood give life some spice
If those ranger hoods came out to play!
Discuss these or any other limericks at this forum.
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