The Hobbit Who Wanted Everything!
Published August 25, 2004 | 
There is a tale that must be told,
of a greedy little Hobbit who lived in a hole.
He wanted everything of his heart’s desire,
and so he packed up everything and went out of the Shire.
He called to Doney,
His faithful Pony.
His neighbors all did scoff,
as he said, “Let’s be off!”
As he was riding along,
he began to sing a little song,
about the tales of old
that he’d been told.
He traveled off to Bree,
wanting just to see,
He had often heard of the how men could grow a beard,
He didn’t know that Hobbits just aren’t geared,
To have fuzzies on their chin,
Nor are they supposed to be thin.
Upon entering Bree,
He felt as if he were free,
He wandered about the town,
tripping once and falling down.
The Hobbit sat in the mud and bawled,
A bearded man saw the Hobbit called,
Come here little Hobbit,
and do please stop it,
You’re making a scene,
So let’s get you inside where it’s clean.
The Hobbit stared at the man’s beard so bushy,
He reached up and felt it was squishy.
I want one!
Just for fun!
The man stopped,
and an idea popped.
“Hobbits can’t grow a beard,
besides that’d just be weird”,
The Hobbit stuck his nose in the air,
“I always get what I want, so I don’t care!”
The man made a sarcastic cough,
The Hobbit started to scoff.
“All right,
Hold tight.
I’ve got a plan,
he said as he grabbed a pan.
He went over to Doney,
the little pony,
and grabbed a clump of hair,
he began to trim away with great care.
The man fashioned a Hobbit size beard,
and fit it to the Hobbit and then sneered.
“There’s your beard you silly Hobbit!”
The Hobbit grabbed a near by goblet,
He looked and what he saw was quite ridiculous,
Even if the man’s work was meticulous.
The Hobbit sighed,
“I guess you tried.
It just goes to show,
you can’t have everything you know.”
The man smiled,
As if to a child,
He took the fake beard off the Hobbit,
and tossed it.
“I guess this has been a good lesson.”
The Hobbit sighed in concession.
“Not to clip my pony’s hair,
from behind his derriere.”
As Doney tried with his clipped tail to flick at flies,
the bearded man just rolled his eyes.
This poem was inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien’s Hobbits, and was written by me, Kris.
The Flop
Published February 23, 2004 | Four centimeters tall,
That was all,
Clothed and wearing a cape,
He reminded me somewhat of a grape,
He was quite scary,
I attribute this to his being so hairy,
He had two beady little eyes,
That were round just like pies,
He started out as a celebrity,
But soon became unsuitable for publicity,
Funny how some things turn out,
A nose becomes a snout,
When thinking of coats,
Lips often turn to into boats,
Coloring and shading,
While others are anticipating,
What will it turn out to be?
Will it be a he or a she,
If only actors knew,
They would probably sue,
So for now it is safe to say,
As long as they don’t know your drawing can stay,
But for many it’s better to mop,
Than to keep a flop.
~Thought up with creative un-genius by Greykitty >^..^<
Dedicated to all those fan artists out there. 
Addiction, ain’t it grand?
The Cat >^..^<
Published February 2, 2004 | There once was a cat,
who thought he was a rat,
Imagine that!
He’d sit up at night eating cheese,
Just as he pleased.
One day a dog came along trotting,
He told the cat to move along or he’d soon be rotting,
The cat looked the dog square in the eye,
He said that be the case you’ll soon be puppy pie,
The dog growled and snarled,
The cat howled and yowled,
They kept at it all day,
And it didn’t pay,
Finally when darkness came,
The cat suddenly became sane,
He ran from the dog,
And he hid under a log,
The dog began to trail,
He was faster than a snail,
The dog jumped over the log,
But hadn’t noticed the bog,
He tried to stop,
But the ground was as slimy as a wet mop,
He flew into the bog,
And that’s the last that was heard of that dog,
The cat began to smirk,
Just like Captain Kirk,
He no longer thought he was a rat,
He knew he was a cat,
So he slipped off into the night,
Then, some say, he took up flight.
Poem written (typed) by the Greykitty. 
This was created (it was really?) on Feburary 2<sup>nd</sup> 2004.
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