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Simon found a thing


Simon found a thing;

he put it on his finger,

and was never seen again.

Simon was the thane of Mordor,

maybe, perhaps;

or one of many such likely chaps.

Mordor – on the Orient Express.

At the London ticket office.

‘No, you can’t get a ticket to Mordor – this train only goes to Venice.’

‘Venice? Can we change there for Mordor?’

‘You can certainly try.’