Heget's Blatherings

"Gil-galad was a Possum King
 Of him the banjos sadly sing
 The last whose realm was dark and still
 With lots of fruit and good road-kill.

 His tail was long and prehensile,
 His hiss was sharp when he got riled,
 The countless stars of heaven’s land
 Were mirrored in his garbage can.

 But long ago he crawled away
 And where he dwells now none can say
 For he got run over one dark night
 By a pick-up truck with one headlight."

- Goldbirch, from a post at The Keep, expanding on a piece of my doggerel.

There’s a long middling-length story behind it involving two sisters, a realistic stuffed animal opossum, and pg. 209-210 of The Fellowship of the Ring.