Just like that Hobbit; under the hill,

it’s time to become; Mr Fulfil,

the bell does ring, but I know who’s coming,

so, unlike Mr Baggins, I won’t be shunning.


Thus, I make the bed; and fill the fridge,

and the spare wardrobe, I move a smidge,

so that when they arrive, all will be smooth,

in their temporary home from home booth.


Their enduring smiles, will be my tips,

and also, the “thank yous” from their lips,

emptying plates; will also be a sign,

that their stay has been so sublime.


We will talk about everything and nothing,

a slap-stick symposium, where we’ll cry and grin,

as they’ll have my attention, if they wish to share,

because whilst they’re here, I have a duty to care.


Perhaps we could nurse; our coupled hangovers,

and debate about the night before, of who did worse,

then we will fix our appearances, to be respectable,

and then chow down on our food, at the breakfast table.


Sadly, will come the time, for them to depart,

“please come again” will be my old timey remark,

after they disperse, I will reconvene with my life,

to return to my mundanity, and to my strife!


  • yellowrose

    Really like this writing 🙂 and I think the hobbit is great !

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thank you for the read yellowrose, I'm glad that you enjoyed the flow, and I'm also glad that you are a fellow Tolkien fan!

    • Thekkinkkattil

      A very warm and endearing poem. I liked the style

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thank you for the read Thekkinkkattil, I"m glad that you liked the style, and I hope all is well!

      • Goldfinch60

        I can totally relate to this Ben, I had a friend staying with me over this passed weekend and we had a great time.


        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read Andy, and yeah, whenever there is time for a good get together, and you happen to be the host, you will always find that what you've previously considered to be a chore, is actually; now, a pleasure! I'm glad to hear that your hosting went well!

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