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but aren't they all random?

Monday, March 20, 2023

The Ringlords run back a bit

What a strange book
that’d have been run backwards
with Bombadil in the Gandalf spot. He
jumps in at the first second - thrusts
his hand into hot lava,

“Oh look! A ring!"

"You can see me even though I got it on!”

Then everybody trudges back through
all their travails, Bombadil poofs away
in the woods, comes back in the cave,

“Bombadil! Stop acting surprising
- we knew you’d turn up,” up and back
down Mt. Crumpet, dawdling back to
Rivendell, rushing forth to chase Nazgul
mad and scared (Aragorn’s been carrying
a torch you see) all trying not to find some

ring,

(too embarrassing, maybe - six-to-ten
big kings of scary men out hunting for
jewelry - for their big one-eyed sweetheart,
perhaps?) 

then they split up
a bit and the short-stuff foursome

ends up in Bombadil’s hut. “GANDALF!”

“Where the SMURF have you been? WHAT
are you doing to Goldberry! That’s Bombadil’s
main squeeze!”

“Oh, fret not a bit Hobbits. They are hippies.”

Quick pause for eyebrows and eye-glints. “Oh,
I’m a hippie too. Did you not know…?”

Yeah.

We knew. 

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