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Title: A Song For The Forlorn (#848)
Author: LuthienTinuviel
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Bombadil's Corner
Description: Parody of woes, a barsong. That's it folks.
Published: 22 Apr 2004
Updated: 22 Apr 2004
Warnings: Irony
Type: Parody
Characters: A bunch of idiots in a bar, drunk.


Chapter 1 - A Song For The Forlorn

When life literally kicks you in the ass
When those visions come from your past
And haunts you with things
All those stupid things you wanna forget
So we now sing

When words given are rash
When you’ve flunked-again, that test
You wanna sprout them wings
All those stupid things you wanna forget
So we now sing

When old enemies tend to laugh
And you know the long road is rough
Death’s calls rings
All those stupid things you wanna forget
So we now sing

You’re a born klutz-unstable limbs
All your life is screwed up things
Too bad it stings
All those stupid things you wanna forget
So we now sing

When life literally kicks you in the ass
When those visions come from your past
And haunts you with things
When words given are rash
When you’ve flunked-again, that test
You wanna sprout them wings
When old enemies tend to laugh
And you know the long road is rough
Death’s calls rings
You’re a born klutz-unstable limbs
All your life is screwed up things
Too bad it stings
All those stupid things you wanna forget
So we now sing

~End.

Note : I have no specific notions concerning the origins of this song. The inn where Strider was found could be the birthplace of the song, or the Prancing Pony, as hobbits are apt to sing. Say, maybe you should ask them ^_~ the hobbits being pretty good about stories after all...basically it was meant as a drunkard's song. *shrugs* I was just bored when I wrote it.
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