Quintain: Master, My Friend Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Quintain: Master, My Friend



Rude Gollum bullyragged polite Smeegle—
cheat, hurt, lie said he—meaning to condemn.
A brainsick behavior tangle
tagged the little guy’s future grim
when he sneered hobbits stole from them.

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