Nick Green: A Hobbit Tribute (as retold by Dr. Seuss)
Six Eyes, Eight Legs, One Sword Mirkwood was murky as murky could be Murk lurked in each glade and each glum shrubbery With cobwebs and shlob-webs that swagged every tree In loomings and gloomings of dark sorcery. No sunbeam could slip through those corpsickly pines No glow could untangle the strangulous vines There wasn’t a glimmer! There wasn’t a glim! Oh, never had Bilbo seen forest so dim. The dwarves all were grumbly with rumbling tums For most of their food was now chowed down to crumbs. The hobbit was famished with ravenous fam Their poultry was paltry, they’d finished the ham. They tried shooting squirrels as black as coal tar But which tasted the same, and one doesn’t go far. Those thirteen-plus-one had no lunch, not the least – When suddenly – wondrously! – there lay a feast! A shizzling of torches blazed out of the wood Which moments ago had been black, and a good Smell of cooking, and singing! came winging this way And “We’ll...