In elvish days of dwarven lore, Where Érandūliendor flowed, In times before the ancient war,
A Lit. professor once geeked out.
The Lord of Darkness in his lair Sent forth from his grotesque abode His wingéd minions of the air;
And sorcery, both bright and black As chanted low, in ancient rhyme, Made all the eldritch runestones crack.
Where’s my **** phone? Honey, you seen my phone?
And so the curse of Gôrgoron Conjured before the dawn of time Was loosed by Åthylmírmindon!
Whose epic stand against the foes At Beremöthelenduíl Wrought fabled fire from winter snows !
T’was thus the hill upon the ridge Of Flõrÿmandðlemboríl Caused me to go and check my fridge—
Hey honey, if you’re going shopping could you pick me up a six-pack?Now where’s my elvish glossary? Thought it was on the armrest. **** this freaking deadline…
PROMPT #12: Try writing a poem that makes reference to myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme.