poetry

It wasn't me who ate the cake
Coincidence my belly aches
I surely didn't lick the cream
I say it's not all as it seems

It wasn't me who ate the pie
Would you believe I'd ever lie?
And as for eating up that stew
There's still enough there left for you!

It wasn't me who spilt the beer
It's chance my empty mug is near
The floor it may be stained a bit
Just put the rug on top of it

Now Hobbits can be fond of words
And tell tales all the time
But what I'd really like to see
Are hobbits writing rhymes!

So listen to this poem here
It teaches things to you
And by the time the poem's done
You'll write your own ones too!

Before you start to think of words
And writing verses out
You firstly have to pick a theme
What will it be about?

And will it be a funny work
Or serious or sad?
Or maybe one with heroes in
Or one to make you glad?

Now when you stroll and walk around
Just pause and ponder at the ground
And give a thought to both your feet
They're more than bits of hairy meat

Your feet will take your everywhere
Far from the comfort of your chair
You'll walk across the countryside
And out the bounds, and far and wide

They feel the touch of tender grass
Of well-tilled earth and country paths
They wade in streams as water flows
You feel the rush between your toes

Cakes

So let's have a cake
It's nice freshly baked
A slice you should take
And then eat till you ache!

Arranged very neat
The cakes are so sweet
You can't help but eat
Mind those crumbs at your feet!

A feast for the eyes
These cakes can surprise
Just listen for sighs
They're as tasty as pies!

So fluffy and light
A taste that delights
Do take a few bites
All eat cake day and night

Summer Time
Lazy Days
Basking In
Warming Rays
Glowing Sun
Shines so Bright
Cloudless Sky
Golden Light

Summer Time
Calm and Long
Happy Days
Full of Song
Singing Birds
Crowd the Air
Joyful Sounds
EveryWhere

Summer Time
Gentle Breeze
Swaying Flowers
Whisp’ring Trees
Orchards Full
Fruitful Glance
Celebrate!
Summers Dance

PART 1

Now here's a tale from history
About two hobbits trapped in Bree
With little food to bake upon their fire
And so they both resolved one day
To head out West; to get away
To leave the town and go to find The Shire

The hobbit lad, whose name was Ned
He knew a long path lay ahead
He said he first would travel there alone
His wife, called Rose, would stay in Bree
And sit there waiting patiently
As Ned set off to find them both a home

What's that I see?
A Buzzy Bee
Just buzzing round
The apple tree
With buzzy wings
It does Bee things
A humming sound
Perhaps Bees sing?

It catches sight
Of something white
A fragrant rose
Is its delight
For food is found
It buzzes down
With its Bee nose
It hunts around

In flowers fair
There's nectar there
It gulps down lots
Without a care
And then it snacks
On pollen sacs
It gathers spots
On its Bee back

Hobbits like many good things it is true
Here is a poem where I'll mention a few

Hobbits like eating and feasting and drinking
Hobbits like most things that don’t involve thinking

Hobbits like orchards and hedges and flowers
Hobbits like like tending their gardens for hours

Hobbits like onions and lettuce and taters
Hobbits like carrots, and even more taters

Hobbits like cattle, and pigs, sheep and chickens
Hobbits like farming fresh veg for the picking