CharnTim III

Well, Trees are suspicious in general, if you believe Tom Bombadil.We keep her around? Her roots are what holds the edge of Cliff in place. We keep her around, indeed.
Or "Tom da bomb," as my brothers say.
 
I was always rather fond of willows myself... I refuse to be "kept around." And I do NOT have roots! I perch on the cliff simply because it has the best view of the cactus field.
Tom was horribly unfair.
 
Tom is cool. Period. Old Man Willow was a disreputable representative of his kind. Let all Trees beware--plants can misbehave and will be reprimanded accordingly. And also sung to.
 
"Little piney Lossëndil,
You send those squirrels away!
Sleep in peace on cliff-top.
Mind not the Duffer Sun--
You should not be waking.
Eat earth! Dig deep! Drink water!
Go to sleep! Bombadil is talking!"
 
No, you have been just been prevented from using your tree powers to ingest hobbits. And if you even think about using your roots to drown a hobbit, or your knotholes to swallow hobbits, or your sap to imprison hobbits (or Duffers for that matter), I shall call Tom Bombadil on you again.
 
Caspian: What if she tries to eat us kittens?
Dorthy: This wouldn't have been a problem if you hadn't reminded them all of our existence by posting here.:rolleyes:
Caspian: Its a legitimate question! I guess at least we're duffers.
Dorthy: *revves chainsaw* If any trees try to eat me then they will feel my SAW!
Caspian: :eek: Who gave Dorthy a chainsaw?!?
 
Cats are thread killahs. But dead threads can make some magnificent poetry:

I love you, thread,
Though you are dead,
So pale and cold
That you've grown mold.
You're weak and frail;
I weep and wail.

Note all the sad words. That's great poetry, right there.
 
No crying in this thread. You'll get it wet and drippy, and what good is a thread that has to be wrung out and hung on a clothesline?
 
...because it has lost its flavor, and is from then on good for nothing.

I miss the days when this thread tasted good. *sniffle*
 
Glen Glensdóttir said:
I love you, thread,
Though you are dead,
So pale and cold
That you've grown mold.
You're weak and frail;
I weep and wail.
Click to expand...

Technically, cold things are less prone to growing mold, which is why most households invest in a fridge, or several ones, thinking that the more fridges one owns, the less mold there will be. Actually, the opposite is true. The more space for storing food, the more food is stored, the more food goes bad, the more mold.

That would make good content matter for a sad poem, too.
 
*eats CharnTim*



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I was gonna do that before Mike donated it, I swear.
 
GG, quit eating. And Freckles, I'm not Icelandic. At all. Nothing against Icelanders, of course; they just aren't immigratory types. They were supposed to come over here and teach us about trolls, but they cancelled because they were afraid their hot springs would get lonely while they were away. So settlers continued missing troll signs and getting crushed, and they blamed it all on the Indians.
 
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