My sister, the oldest,
Is a bookworm indeed. She showed me a path, Trodden by the boldest. Weaving its way through mystery hills, The road is soft dirt. Barefoot I can go, As birds sing about in trills. So I run at full speed, Down the winding path. It carries my quickly to the end, But there it plants a seed. At the end is a gate, Which leads to another world. One of darkness malice, Hate. But looking down far, I see a light end. For through the dark way, One comes to a star. On this road do I move, Through the gate of metal, dark. My feet land on bricks, slimy gross. So I step on quickly, My toes finding each brick’s groove. The darkness is frightening, The path doubles back. But I don’t want to see the same again, So I push on faster, feeling the road curve tightening. I’m now back around, Moving towards the star. In the sadness it’s gloomy, But evil doesn’t surround. The road becomes steep, And I start to slide. It’s pulling me faster, And closer does the bright point creep. So I close my eyes, Pulling through to the end. And when I open them back, I can’t believe the darkness dies. This sad path has ended, I’ve seen it’s full course. But now there are two gates, One well kept, with a road behind. But I turn to the other. It’s gate is new wooden, But the path behind… Is not made. It’s waiting for someone to come, And guide its way. It’s calling on me, So path guide I become. Written by Buddy J. Edited by The Flabbits Copyright © 2018 by The Flabbit Room
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Based on the Happenings of Middle Earth After the War of the Ring
The dwarf and the elf From on the bookshelf Is a story that still goes on And though not from those pages For ages and ages They traveled like a gander and swan The dwarf quite hot headed Would fight till he sweated And then he would flex just for show But the elf was much wiser And like a geyser Was bursting to share what he’d know As unlikely as it seems The two shared their dreams And conversed late into each night And surprising moreover Once the war was over Stayed allies long after the fight During the war The two said for sure We shall visit the others best place But now both alive Neither did strive To do it in very much haste The Elf got his will And went under no hill But to ent wood to visit the trees The Dwarf filled with fright Thanks to the tree’s spite He panicked until he would weeze Finally when free Of the “evil old tree” The Dwarf led the Elf to the caves But Elves in tight places With slow frightful paces Feel more and more like slaves As the years went by Like the blink of an eye All the mortals were getting quite old But the Elf’s love of the sea That would fill him with glee Was indeed getting quite bold So the Elf set his will To making (with Mithril!) A ship that would take him abroad But as the days went by Not knowing why He began to feel rather odd “Something is terrible And quite unbearable” Worrying he’d say to himself “I now know indeed I can’t yet be freed I’m missing the Dwarf, silly Elf!” So he jumped on his horse And went to (of course) A kingdom in an underground cave He was quite pleased to find The Dwarf, not in his prime But as joyous as he was grave Together they walked And together they talked Of little things such as the weather Then the Elf took his hand And made him understand “I want us to sail out together” The dwarf’s eyes grew wide Through wonder and surprize And slowly he boasted a smile “I knew this day would come And good grief what fun My dear Elf you took quite a while” And so did they go With a heave and a ho And they sailed away to the west And without heed They both soon agreed That they found the land that was best Written by Sabina B. Edited by The Flabbits Copyright © 2018 by The Flabbit Room Once there was a little boy
Who read a book about Sir Troy, But just when the innocent Bill Good Sir Troy was about to kill, “NO,” the boy shouted and jumped out of his seat “To find out what happens it is too long to read.” So he turned to the last page and opened it wide To see a small book fairy sitting inside. She had blue eyes and hair of red And with her pink little mouth she said, “Oh come now, my silly little friend. You know you won’t enjoy it if you skip to the end.” He closed the book softly and breathed quite hard For seeing a fairy was really quite bizarre. So he went to his shelf to find book two But opened to the last page to find you know who. “Oh, two visits. You’re so sweet! But seriously, dude, go back to your seat. Read your book, beginning middle end. That’s the only way to do it, my silly little friend.” The boy slammed the book down and ran to his phone, Hoping that that too the fairy didn’t own, But when he pulled up the book app, what did he find? But the small little book fairy beaming with pride. “Oh, my dearest silly little friend, I tell you it’s not fun if you skip to the end. Just sit down and read what’s next For THAT way of reading is always the best.” At this, the little boy got rather mad, And what he said next made the fairy look sad. “ You're the fairy; I’m the boy! So let me read what happens to Troy!” “Well, good point! So be it, young friend, But don’t say I didn’t warn you not to skip to the end.” And so she left him sitting there With his phone and his book and himself in his chair. “I guess it couldn’t hurt just to read on After all, it’s a while before I have to mow the lawn.” And we should all read books like him, little friend. Start where it starts and read beginning middle end. Written by Sabina B. Edited by The Flabbits Copyright © 2018 by The Flabbit Room |
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