I want to be you're secret Santa
sliding down your stockings
as tall as Arregon
not fat and stout as Gimerly
I am the patter of flighty wings
still flapping as you return
and the gifts that you bring
means more then my being
For I am your servant
climbing into your bed
just for a hug
for I am just a kitten
I would be your lord of the rings
never never naughty
just a boy that needs a toy
to tweak hot lords of the rings
Let me be you're Hobbit
for you need not shave
for Under Hill
it is all the rave
Come to my warren
come to my keep
and after loving
may sweet hobbit s sleep
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
I want to be you're secret Santa
sliding down your stockings
as tall as Arregon
not fat and stout as Gimerly
I am the patter of flighty wings
still flapping as you return
and the gifts that you bring
means more then my being
For I am your servant
climbing into your bed
just for a hug
for I am just a kitten
I would be your lord of the rings
never never naughty
just a boy that needs a toy
to tweak hot lords of the rings
Let me be you're Hobbit
for you need not shave
for Under Hill
it is all the rave
Come to my warren
come to my keep
and after loving
may sweet hobbit s sleep
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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