To my dearly beloved,
Last night I had a dream,
One that made me scream,
It gave me a fright,
One dreadful night.
Gone with the mist,
I lacked the presence of my dearest.
Putting rocks in my backpack,
In his HERO snapback,
Endless quips to make me look stupid,
Standing there like a smug cupid.
A smile never far from his face,
As he led the group at an outrageous pace.
A small man,
Possibly a hobbit,
Had endless pranks and no way to stop it.
He gaze was wise,
His mind was fickle,
Watch out for your ears,
They are bound to tickle.
More than once my pack grew heavy,
With rocks at top I couldn’t keep steady.
Luckily I woke up,
Saw him with tea in cup.
Im so full of thanks,
To see him planning his pranks.