It’s my first poem on here please don’t be to harsh about the punctuation I stink at it.
That stupid fat hobbit,
I’ll kill him I will.
His master trusts me,
Ha! What a dumb fool.
I’ve got a surprise and he has no clue.
I will bring him to her and his precious Sam to.
Precious, yes Precious you will be with me soon
I wont kill master.
No, I wouldn’t do that.
I swore on the precious,
Why did I do that?
But she will take care of him no doubt have I.
Then that fat hobbit I can squish like a fly.