The Badfoot Brothers - A Poem
It was long ago
so the story goes
that two hobbits wore such fancy clothes
But their wide smiles, and well-cleaned toes
Could not hide a menace beneath
It was said they had daggers for teeth.
And late at night
Under starry light
They crept around, far out of sight
Plotting things that were not right
Keeping such things under cover
They were the Badfoot Brothers
The night was damp
with darkened lamp
They walked intently up a muddy ramp
Heading towards to a brigrand camp
What plans were they making that day?
As to the Brigands they made thier way
"We'll give ye gold"
the Brigands were told
"If Michel Delving you do take hold
And force the hobbits out in the cold
Do not spare child or mother!"
Treacherous! The Badfoot Brothers
The Brigrands said "Right!
We'll make a fight!
We'll scare those hobbits this very night
But first show us some treasures bright"
And so the Brothers went away
To hunt for gold, the brigrands to pay
Windows were broke
And spears were poked
As hobbits threatened with fire and smoke
To hand over the gold or burn and choke
Until they had enough gold to pay the others
The robbing hands of those Badfoot Brothers!
And they went back
Gold in their pack
To pay the brigrands with a laden sack
But the brigrands did not want to attack
The wanted the gold in the Brothers' hands
The Brothers had been tricked by the Brigrands!
Clubs did smash
And spears did slash
Blows rained down with thunderous clash
The Brigrands slew the Brothers's to get that stash
And so they lay dead, next to each other
Thus ended the days of the Badfoot Brothers!