A very simple poem about an elf who got hungry.
An elf
Himself
Gnawed on a wooden shelf.
An ent
He went
And voiced his discontent.
"You bite",
He cried,
"One of my friends who died!"
"I need
To eat!"
The hungry elf did plead.
"What could
Be good
To eat instead of wood?"
Ent-guy
Said "Why?
You have no food supply?"
"Ho ho.
Then go.
The orc can food bestow."
The orc
Had pork
And gave the elf a fork.
They ate.
'Twas great.
The elf said: "Thank you, mate!"