(351 hits. Posted 2019/12/24)
Maybe Smiles get bad wobbit, and have strange head dream
or maybe Trolls get Christmas too.
'Twas the night before Christmas When all through the cave
Not a creature was stirring,Not even an elven slave
The stockings were hung by Edda's cauldron with care
In hopes that Lord Sauron would put dead wobbits there
The trollies were all nestled snug in their beds
While visions of smashing things danced in their heads
And Grandma in her furs, with loot in her sack
Had just settled in for a long winter's nap.
When out by the hatch there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the mattter.
Away down the tunnel I flew like a flash
Threw open he exit, and looked for someone to bash
The moon on the breat of the new fallen snow
Gave a boring luster of elfie whitness to objects below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
But an enormous stone troll who caused pukes to fear
More rapid than eagles his fists they flew
And he cursed and yelled and pounded away
Kill wobbit! Now smash elf! Then man and dwarfie too!
Crush goblin and zorc, make our enemies pay!
Bash in their heads! Grind them into the wall!
Now smash away, smash away, smash away all!
As when trolls sense the sun and scurry away
So down the hatch the stone troll went his way
And then in a twinkling, I heard from among the roots
The clomping and stomping of two giant troll foots
I followed and went down the hatch on down
And met his hateful glare as he turned himself around
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his toe
And his clothes were all tarnished with elf blood and soot
A bundle of loot he had fung on his back
And he looked quite evil as he opened his pack
His eyes how they glared, his fangs so scary
He had a broad flat face and a big fat belly
He was muscular and large, and chewing on an elf
And I shivered when I saw him in spit of myself
A snarl from his lips, and a bash to my head
Soon gave me to know I had much to dread
He spoke not a word but went straight to work
And filled all the stockings, then grabbed me with a jerk
And shoving a finger up inside my nose
And giving a shove, up to the ceiling I rose
He stomped down the tunnel, showing his might
But I heard him snarl as he went out of sight -
"Happy fucking Christmas to all, and to all a bloody night!"
|2019/12/24 19:28, Shaukr:|| |
|I remember times of trolls singing carols at moors, inviting elves to come and join the festivities. |
|2019/12/25 05:54, Slayah: || |
|This hobbit approves|
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