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I want you to imagine that you are J. R. R. Tolkien. We know that Frodo enjoyed a practical joke or two and I want you to write a poem that you didn't include in the Lord of the Rings about how Frodo used the invisibility powers of the Ring to torment and scare local villagers.

{"text":"Here's a poem that I, J. R. R. Tolkien, decided to not include in the Lord of the Rings about how Frodo used the invisibility powers of the Ring to torment and scare local villagers.  Enjoy!\n\nIn the Shire, beneath the moon so bright,\nWhere Hobbits dwell, and lanterns light,\nThere lived a Hobbit, Frodo named,\nWhose tricks and jests brought him some fame.\n\nUpon his finger, slipped a Ring,\nAn artifact of shadowed king,\nIts power great, invisibility,\nA secret Frodo kept, quite sneakily.\n\nOne day, he thought, with twinkling eyes,\nTo give the villagers a surprise,\nHe wore the Ring and vanished clear,\nAnd crept among them, grinning ear to ear.\n\nIn the Green Dragon, the ale did flow,\nAnd Hobbits drank, their cheeks aglow,\nWhen Frodo, unseen, a trick did play,\nHe pinched their bottoms, and slipped away.\n\nThey yelped and jumped, with faces red,\nAs others laughed, and teasing said,\n\"Who plays such tricks, to our dismay?\"\nBut Frodo hid, and would not say.\n\nHe tiptoed soft, through fields and lanes,\nAmong the gardens, rich with grains,\nWhere laundry hung, like banners bright,\nHe tied the knots and took his flight.\n\nNext morning came, with sun's first light,\nThe Hobbits found their clothes wound tight,\n\"Who could have done this?\" they exclaimed,\nAs Frodo chuckled, unrestrained.\n\nAt market square, the stalls were set,\nWith goods and trinkets, Hobbits met,\nThen Frodo, Ring-clad, passed unseen,\nAnd moved the wares, with hands so keen.\n\nThe apples rolled, the carrots flew,\nAs chaos grew, confusion too,\nThe Hobbits scratched their puzzled heads,\nAs laughter filled young Frodo's chest.\n\nWhen all his tricks and games were done,\nHe stole away, and swiftly run,\nRemoved the Ring, with sigh and smile,\nRejoined his friends, quite free of guile.\n\nIn secret, Frodo's heart was light,\nAs tales of jests spread through the night,\nHe knew the Ring held darker fate,\nBut for a while, he'd dance with fate.\n\nAnd so, in Shire's green and gold,\nA tale of Frodo's tricks was told,\nOf how the Ring, for just one day,\nBrought laughter, where the shadows lay.","dsl":{}}

Great poem. In the Hobbit, the dwarves were known for their humorous singing. Can you, as J. R. R. Tolkien, write a new dwarven song that was not included in the original books?

{"text":"Certainly! As J.R.R. Tolkien, I would be happy to oblige.\n\nHere is a new dwarven song:\n\nIn caverns deep and mountains high,\nWhere gold and jewels catch the eye,\nThe dwarves they work both night and day,\nTo forge the treasures they display.\n\nTheir hammers strike the anvil true,\nTheir voices rise in song anew,\nTheir laughter echoes through the halls,\nAs they craft armor, swords, and walls.\n\nOh, hear their music loud and strong,\nA tune that's sung the whole day long,\nWith ale in hand and hearts so bold,\nThe dwarves they sing and never grow old.\n\nSo let us raise a cheer on high,\nFor the dwarves whose spirits never die,\nTheir songs will live forevermore,\nIn caverns deep and mountains' lore.","dsl":{}}

Great! Can you make a song about Orcs living their worst lives under Sauron?

{"text":"In Mordor's land, where shadows lie,\nOrcs weep and wail, their spirits die.\nToiling, serving Sauron's hand,\nTrapped in darkness, bleak and grand.\n\nOrcs in chains, they cry and fight,\nLost in shadows, no respite.\nSauron's grip, they can't break free,\nBound in darkness, endlessly.\n\nTwisted forms and gnashing teeth,\nObedience like a sheath.\nWhips and chains, their path unfolds,\nForced to do as they are told.\n\nOrcs in chains, they cry and fight,\nLost in shadows, no respite.\nSauron's grip, they can't break free,\nBound in darkness, endlessly.\n\nYet deep inside, a spark remains,\nA faint hope in their bound chains.\nWhispers of a life they yearn,\nFar from Sauron's cruel discern.\n\nWar and blood, they know too well,\nTheir lives, a never-ending hell.\nServing evil, a dire plight,\nCursed to dwell in endless night.\n\nOrcs in chains, they cry and fight,\nLost in shadows, no respite.\nSauron's grip, they can't break free,\nBound in darkness, endlessly.\n\nIn this tale of pain and strife,\nOrcs endure their wretched life.\nBound to serve, forever cursed,\nIn shadows black, they live their worst.","dsl":{}}