Barnicle On His Beard
There sat a stumpie,
Alone with himself.
And a hard growing blob,
On his beard-covered shelf.
He reached for some ham,
But lo! and belhold!
He heard a small voice say,
"Don't there is mold!"
The dwarf looked around,
But to his surprise.
There was no one about,
The poor sap was blind!
"Lo! Who is there?"
He blinked and called out.
"It's me!" Said a voice,
It was barely a shout.
"Oh since it's 'me',
I will put down this ham.
Where did you come from?
Were you born in this land?"
"I grew where I am"
Came a voice from his beard...
"I've been counting I think,
The last 300 years!"
"I am a barnicle, I am,
And I thought since you're blind,
I'd save you the trouble,
of finding the mold."
"Thank you my friend,
I don't mind at all."
Barnicle In His Beard by Durin Goldtooth
A poem by me Durin Goldtooth
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