Here's my lament, but I wrote it around 6:15 this morning when I got up.
My collegues, my friends, there's a sad tale to tell,
Of the orcs who died when Mordor fell,
Unprepared, some alone, when the one ring was destroyed,
Cast, their lives ended, into the void.
They watched as the eye, beloved master to all,
Collapsed into rubble, the day Mordor fell,
Their hopes and dreams, crushed and devoid,
Watching eagles fly by had them most annoyed,
They died, each one still, their deaths tolled by the bell
Their corpses all burned, the day Mordor fell,
So remember the many, Saurons army deployed,
For they died on their feet, none overjoyed.
, 6 or 7 Jason & I'll be a happy chappy.
