At the December 22 (2011) Welly-moot, we were visited by Peter Kenny from the Fortinbras Proudfoot Esq. Foundation. Peter (aka Fortinbras Proudfoot) recited one of his poems for our group (reprinted here with his permission):
MushroomsBy Fortinbras Proudfoot
Four hobbit lads set out.
The air it made them shiver,
The moon was just a sliver.
There was no one about.
They crept along the hedgerow,
Staying quiet and keeping low.
A strange noise in the night.
An old owl in a tree top,
Had startled them to a stop.
Lights shining through the trees.
The farmer's house was alight,
But their goal was now in sight.
So little time to pick.
There were mushrooms all around.
The youngsters grabbed all they found.
The farm dogs were awake.
Four Hobbit lads took to flight,
Running quickly through the night.
This wasn't so much fun.
Racing frightened down the lane,
Safely home they hoped to gain.
"We whistled all the way.
Found the mushrooms in the park,
And bravely walked in the dark.
Nothing frightened us at all!"
Well, that's the story they told to all.