The Hobbits were quite eloquent, in speech and writing, so it stands to reason that they would have some fine poems laying around. I apologize if the formatting is incorrect on my entries, but at least I tried :P. Without further ado, here are my Lore Texts:
#title:Ode to a Bar #author:Halflings Anonymous #types:eriador, shire(?) #by Campinator Oh the Green Dragon, the mighty Green Dragon! There's no place in town that is better to down a pint, cup, or maybe a flagon.
#title:In My Garden #author:Rowan Fairbairn #types:shire #if possible, use randomly generated hobbit names #by Campinator As I sit among the flowers, quietly a breeze does flow. Merrily I while the hours, with no worry that I know. Though the daylight's slowly fading I remain among my trees. Finding life to be amazing, I relax, my mind at ease
#title: The Old Forest #author: Grandma #types:shire #by Campinator Throughout all time, there's a story told of creeping brush and tree-bark old. And of missing hobbits who thought themselves bold. There once was a vast land, all covered in grass but in crept the evil and nothing could last. So bark became twisted and roots became rope to tangle the traveller and take all his hope. So venture not, younglings beyond the green brush. Lest trees turn to obstacles and brave hearts to mush.
May the hair on your toes never fall out, and your constructive criticisms never stop!