A friend of mine, Lord Valion( die-hard Tolkien-fan) composed this poemin a fit of brilliance. As he’s not a member, I’m posting it in his stead. I’m sure you’ll enjoy his verse.
There was once a mighty wizard
Gandalf was his name
He had caused several blizzards
Yet the world remained the same.
He was after the Secret Power
To become invincible
To make each and everyone cower
To leave them indefensible.
It was indeed a rebarbative plan
Of which people seldom speak
To destroy the Númenorian clan
To obliterate those who are meek.
Yet on the Battle Day,
His attacks did seem futile
For he was then forced to pay
As he fell prey to his own bile.
He oversaw the power of veneration
For it seemed to be piffling
It caused a minor perturbation
But led to his death by stifling.