Seven-foot Sauron stands imperiously
like a goliath on the mound,
Wearing his glistening, gleaming armor,
he longs to be crowned;
His wind-up is Smaug-like and
slithering and serpentine
As if he’s been guzzling and gulping
hot Mordor turpentine;
Brimming with poison pride, he
frantically fires a fastball of power,
That rings through the air
as it aims to devour.
Recognizing the temptation,
Mr. Baggins the most honorable,
Surrenders to the Spirit and humbly
lays down a bunt phenomenal;
The baseball sneaks softly
down the third-base line,
And Mr. Baggins thinks to himself,
First-base is all mine!
Then, like a slingshot, off to
first base he invisibly darts,
And the burglar makes it safely
because he’s so smarts.