Poem Seeing Things...

Discussion in 'Poems' started by Simbo, Jun 7, 2013.

  1. Simbo Bandmaster of the Songburrow Strollers

    Is this poem about having too much ale? You can never have too much ale!

    Seeing Things

    In this Inn, it just won't do
    To see a hobbit wearing shoes
    He even has a beard too
    It just won't do, of course!

    He's sitting there upon a chair
    I'll go and walk right over there
    And give this lad a telling stare
    No wait, it is a dwarf!

    I turn around and go quite red
    A window, I'll look out instead!
    But there I see with utmost dread
    A dragon is outside

    I shake the Inn with such a call
    But when I near I see it all
    It's just a painting on the wall!
    And there's no need to hide

    I think its best if I sit down
    But there's some creature on the ground
    Just lurking there without a sound
    Much larger than a cat

    There's unkempt fur upon its back
    I think it's planning its attack
    But then I notice, legs it lacks!
    It's just a woolly mat!

    You know, I'm feeling rather queer
    The strange things that I'm seeing here
    Could it be due to ale, I fear
    I don't know what to think

    My mind has clearly gone to bits
    I must, somehow, regain my wits
    I know the thing that's just the trick
    I'll have another drink!
    Spriggy, Akelay, Freoda and 3 others like this.
  2. Freoda Member

    *cheers and takes another mug*

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