An EQ poemFollow

if your reading this your probably really bored =) so yeah. One night i got bored and thought up a poem, its about luclin with a twist. note that at the end the poem changes from first view to 3rd person view.
The Lucid Nightmare
Little lion, little lion prancing with glee; Little lion, little lion from the land beyond the sea,
...and i walked up and said to he.....
" Little Lion, Little lion, cant you see? A lion race up in the space was never ment to be."
....and little lion, little lion, spoke to me....
"Big Hobit, Fat hobit, with the dagger of the said; i would much like to kill you, and rip off your head."
... as the tone of the taunt lingered in head,
I smiled and said...
" Little lion, little lion, what a stupid brain you haul; by the stroke of 12 i would be eating from your skull; how can you face, such a blunt race, wich was crafted to fit lucid tune?, how you should embrace, that no dumber race, will ever step on the moon?"
....and little lion, little lion, smirked as he said..
Big hobit, Fat hobit, now i shall go, but when speak is blunted, your blood shall flow."
...and as he left, i side stepped him and said...
" Your the ugliest face of the ugliest race, that has ever graced me, now continue the pace, and go back to your race, and never come back to thee!"
... and he turned around and laughed aloud, to attract the hobits ear...
"How can i pace, back to my race, when i am already here?"
...and the hobit saw, that wink he did see, and little lions were all over he..
...and so blood did flow,
to the streets from the he,
who was too foolish to realize,
he was in the city, of the land beyond the sea....
THE END