Again In Praise Of Hobbit-Weed

O friends, my apologies please receive
With gentleness, and grant me leave:

We Bards bring news throughout the Lands
Our hope is that knowledge expands
I will admit that there is News
About which some of you’d enthuse.

But I confess, by root and reed:
I bring but news of Hobbit-Weed.

Somewhere, a Dark Lord has arison
A Balrog’s escaped from Solomon’s prison
With the news I’d be utterly unsparing
If about the news I was even slightly caring.

Take it from me: the news is rotten
It’s really better off forgotten
Forget the news. Forget the wars
The Mage’s spells, the Dragon’s roars.

The news would just make you depressed
That seems unworthy in a guest
So for my supper, this bard sings
About the peace Hobbit-Weed brings.

Feel free to smoke. I’ve brought a bin
Enough to make the whole town spin.
Forget we’re scared. Forget we’re broke.
For tonight, forget it all, and toke.

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