I always wondered, am I a poet?
Is this really me writing this Sonnet?
I don't believe it's true that I wrote it.
I can't say why or how I began this.
You see, I can relate to the Hobbit
'cuz I live in a house that's Underground.
It's Magic, a place where I spin these Rhymes
from the Racket I hear passing Above.
The shop has a Pretty huge Order due.
It's for Rumplestilkin's Ransom. He's not
Playing around. Room after Room of Gold
I've spun from a Haystack with my Needle.
I've got this handled and saved the Princess.
when I spoke the devil's name in line ten.
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