He found the precious and started to gloat
So I, green with envy, grabbed his throat
I squeezed so hard, he began to choke
My hands were shaking as I knelt there
I looked at my heart and felt a tear (like torn not crying)
I then realised that my deed was of dread
For my dear brother lay there dead
I took the ring from his hand
And decided to depart from this land
For many years the evil of the ring consumed me
The good in me I could no longer see
For food, I couldn't find a decent dish
So I was forced to eat raw fish
But one day, I didn't see
A filthy little hobbit steal the precious from me
But the dark lord caught me and forced me to give him a name
Then I followed those stupid hobbits like one rediculous game
I saw all sorts of creatures, including an elf
But then I met Gollum, my other self
Many at times we fought and he won
Then we would agree and plan some evil fun
We led master to Shelob's cave
Where we were sure he would meet his grave
But the fat hobbit's mission was to save master and their kin
So I decided to follow him
I followed them until they came to Mount Doom
I must hurry, I thought, for they would destroy the precious soon
So I jumped on master and would have my precious soon
I bit off his finger and jumped for joy......and was pushed into the flames of Mount Doom
So now I Smeagol burn here with glee
For now that I have held the precious, I can rest and die happily
