Thursday, August 17, 2017


by Jaime Heller

Among the cream of the crop
with fancy, squished top
comes the fairest fungi around:
the mushroom by the pound.

You said you needed help
and so I gave out a yelp.
Oh, dear Mr. Frodo of Bag End
I will always come to aid a friend.

As we strode through Maggot’s crop,
we tripped and stumbled upon the top
of a hidden mushroom patch.
Pippin and I, the perfect match.

Sam grumbled. Frodo stared.
Neither of us much cared.
The joy of finding  a shortcut to mushrooms
did not warn us of our impending dooms.


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