Poem of the Month: August

There's just barely time to get a poem in for this month, since I neglected to post one earlier.



Sing hey!  For the bath at the close of the day

that washes the weary mud away

A loon is he that will not sing

O!  Water Hot is a noble thing!


O!  Sweet is the sound of the falling rain,

And the brook that leaps from hill to plain;

but better than rain or rippling streams

is Water Hot that smokes and steams.


O!  Water cold we may pour at need

down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed

but better is beer if drink we lack,

And Water Hot poured down the back.


O!  Water is fair that leaps on high

in a fountain white beneath the sky;

But never did fountain smell so sweet

as splashing Hot Water with my feet!


~J.R.R. Tolkien


  1. Poem of the month is the Bath Song from the Hobbit? Wow. You really DID do this at like 12:30am.


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