Bilbo Baggins

There once was a hobbit, his name was Bilbo Baggins,
and he lived a quiet live in the shire.
Until thirteen dwarves invaded his home,
they needed a burglar to hire.
Gandalf the grey laughed while Bilbo stared in misery
at the thirteen dwarves, eating all his food and drinking all his precious wine.
He was handed a contract, a meter long,
but if they thought he would sign it, they were wrong.
He chased them all out of his house and took a deep breath
he stared at the mess, while he thought about their story and the dwarves king death.
While he looked at his home, once so neat,
he felt as he wasn’t complete.
He stared at the contract, still in his hand,
then looked out of the window, at the green hills, alongside the riverbend
and decided to go on an adventure.

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