The Angband steward's stores

There is soup, soup, making Peggy whoop...[1]
There are snails, snails, leaving purple trails...[1]
There is booze, booze, for when the elf-kings lose...
There is bread, bread, heavier than lead...
There is wine, wine, to make your armour shine...
There are rings, rings, for lots of different things...
There is rope, rope, for hoists (or so we hope)...
There's a hand, hand, of Mithros, dried in sand...
There is horse, horse, that couldn't stay the course...
There are spies, spies, Eagles baked in pies...[2]
There are Elves, Elves, tinned and stacked on shelves...
There is Orc, Orc, labelled up as Pork...
There is lamb, lamb, or maybe it was Man...


[1] in-jokes that people who haven't been around Oxford for the
   last couple of years might find mystifying :)
[2] I think Colly deserves most of the credit for this one; it was
   the pranged eagle pate that inspired it :)