A less than heroic poem for Bullroarer Took!
Last night was Bullroarer Took day, and as usual this was celebrated in style on Laurelin: A lot of music, a re-enactment of the Battle of Greenfields (see the picture above), the Bullroarer toast, and not least… poems!
Here is a quick poem I wrote for the occasion. About the slightly less heroic side of the Bullroarer. You have been warned…
For more of me old poems, have a look at the poetry page.
The thing that even Bullroarer fears
A taller lad yer never saw
The stoutest Took in farthings four
A full-size steed he rode with pride
His club was longer than an oar
On Greenfields hobbits rallied round
The hero of the goblin war
He killed their king in one fell swoop
And took his place in hobbit lore
Oh Bullroarer, we bow to you
This bright and festive spring-time day
Whenever danger roams our land
Your bravery will show the way
But courage only goes so far
For even heroes have their flaws
A worry never overcome
Their daring crushed by terror’s jaws
And even one so bold as him
One thing he’d always face with fear
A source of near eternal dread
His tight and tiny underwear!
At four foot five, an awkward height
No cloth did ever fit him well
With tiny steps he moved ahead
Constricted by them britches fell
So think of him this day in spring
And ponder on his famous roar
The reason for his loudest screams?
Those piddly pants he always wore…