'Twas beleg, and the swarthy trolls
Did shire and grimbold in the naith;
All misty were the boromirs,
And the gnome raths out-wraith.

"Beware the Hobbitwonk, my son!
The barbs that bite, mistakes he'd catch!
He'd give PJ the bird, and shun
the Rotoscoped Bakshi-trash!"

He took his comp-keyboard in hand:
Long time the webhome foe he sought
So rested he in the Chat Room (free),
And sat awhile in thought.

As o�er the Ufthak thread he poured,
The Hobbitwonk, with words of flame,
Came posting through the message board,
And opined as it came!

It talked of things like Balrog wings,
Said Arwen with a sword�s inane.
Tom Bombadill, it mourned for still,
All change it did disdain.

One two! One two! Each point was skewered,
His final shot was �get a life!�
He left it mute, with no dispute.
Gave posts a rest from strife.

"And hast thou slain the Hobbitwonk?
Come to my arms my bree-land boy!
Oh fladrif day! Eglerio! Hooray!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas beleg, and the swarthy trolls
Did shire and grimbold in the naith;
All misty were the boromirs,
And the gnome raths out-wraith.