How, my God, did I manage to miss this EXCELLENT discussion.... Oh God! Here it comes... Micky Rourke (didn't know he wrote poetry?

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Strider:
[i:1aw2k8jq]"Oh the pants! the pants! Ive lost my pants!
My Kingdom for some pants, I rants!"[/i:1aw2k8jq]
Bill Ferny:
[i:1aw2k8jq]"Oh you slinky slimly slappy chappy,
You've got the buttocks of your Pappy.
He visited me wi'out pants or trousers,
Arathorn was no shrinking wowser!
Come now, Strider! Yes, I DO know you,
And fear ye not who I'm just now talking to,
These friends of mine - a bit like orcs?
Ha! You must now prance about - or we might TALK."[/i:1aw2k8jq]
Strider:
[i:1aw2k8jq]"Oh Illuvatar! My cover's blown,
My precious family jewells been shown,
And so now must I dance in vulgar Bree,
While evil men-orcs gawk at me!"[/i:1aw2k8jq]
Bill Ferny:
[i:1aw2k8jq]"Oh indeed you must show us your stuff,
Show us your kingly rounded butt,
If your glory you flaunt freely for me
And my friends Gashgut, Bumrag, Mr T,
I'll not dob you in - yes, you can TRUST me!"[/i:1aw2k8jq]
Strider (sadly):
[i:1aw2k8jq]"It seems I must succumb to Dark Forces,
But I swear I'll never perform with horses!"[/i:1aw2k8jq]
Bill Ferny:
[i:1aw2k8jq]"Ah! Strider, I might say: if only?....
Hey! Bumrag fetch you Bill the pony!"[/i:1aw2k8jq]
.... channeling has its own risks...
Wise Odo