They're Taking the Hobbits to Asgard!

Fighting for supremacy,

o’er golden hair and bended knee.

Looking out across the stars,

who’ll gain control of Earth and Mars?

that tricky trickster doth defile

fair maiden queen that made wheat fertile.

Fleeing from thund’rous rage

to sultry servants of the age

to beg fine gifts worthy of her suitor.

Yet whilst to Asgard he’s en route to her

a small mutt’ring doth him distract.

Entering in an unholy pact

he bets the sum of his head whole

to wise old smithies far from droll.

But that cunning fly loves deceit

and his maker does not wish to meet

So with a prick upon that brow

he suavely breaks his vow.

Returning to fair maiden’s home,

with his gifts he must atone.

Yet the tricky trickster next does flee

and now golden maiden can contented be.

This is one stanza from my book, 'Musings of a Journey: Part ii'. Part i can be found here

This week's title is not very imaginative, but oh well. The prize is four packs of Chewits. Enjoy!

Internally Agonising

Something I jotted down when I should have been doing real work :D

When your room is a mess, and you couldn’t care less
And you don’t know where you left your chair,
You can search all about, have a huff and a shout
Or you can simply ask your bear.

When he doesn’t have a clue, and you don’t know what to do,
You can go to the lounge, maybe even have a scrounge,
And ask your little mouse if he’s eaten any grouse,
Before he has a chance to swear.

But if you’ve lost that room to flowers all abloom,
You must have a good whack with an axe you’ll hack,
Take back what’s yours and open all the doors,
Then shove all the mess out there.

Though the problem still remains, we’ve tired our brains,
I don’t know what to do, I haven’t any clue
I don’t know why you asked, I really can’t be arsed,
You’ll just have to live without a chair.

This week's title is not a quote 'm'afraid because I couldn't be bothered with finding one. However, if you can hazard a guess at why this poem's called 'Internally Agonising' I'll send you some posies