My Big Fat Hairy Feet From The Shire Poem by Simone Harriman

I'm a little hobbit living in a Hobbiton hole
I'm short and stout, with a big heart and soul
I love my cozy home with shiny pots of copper
And my big green door with a round brass knocker

In winter I like to sit in my soft comfy chair
And sing songs of legends and maidens fair
Next to my roaring crackling fire
Warming my big fat hairy feet from the shire

My table groans under delicious food
And special treats when I'm in the mood
Strawberry jam with hot bread and butter
From first and second breakfast to supper

I see my face in my shiny wooden floors
And gaze at my beautiful leadlight doors
And in my mirror, I love to admire
My big fat hairy feet from the shire

And when I want to rest my head
I'll take myself to my feather bed
And lean on my little red window sill
To gaze over peaceful moonlit hills

In summer I listen to crickets, frogs, and an owl or two
And inhale the rich scent of evening flowers too.
And I pray to God and everything good
Watching over all of us hobbits in the hood

Goodnight my friends and family, my universe
In Middle-earth, my home of birth
For I'm the happiest, luckiest hobbit to acquire
My big fat hairy feet from the shire