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What Hobbit songs are really like... (Free verse) by Bobjim

I sit on the floor and pick my nose and think of dirty things Of deviant dwarves who suck their toes and elves who drub their dings. I sit on the floor and pick my nose and dream exotic dreams Of dragons who dress in rubber clothes and trolls who do it in teams. I sit on the floor and pick my nose and wish for a thrill or two For a goblin that goes in for a few no-nos or an orc with a thing about glue. And all of the while I sit and pick I think of such jolly things As whips and screws and leather slacks of frottages and stings.

thepinkbunnyofdoom 11-Apr-03/10:57 PM
Fine Fine Weed That You Smoke -9-




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