RF - Fwd: ANST - Fw: [TY] NORSE OF COURSE

[Lorraine and/or Kief]

Saw this and though it might amuse youguys...


>From: "Caley Woulfe" <cwoulfe at life.edu>
>Reply-To: ansteorra at Ansteorra.ORG
>To: "Ansteorran List" <ansteorra at Ansteorra.ORG>
>Subject: ANST - Fw: [TY] NORSE OF COURSE
>Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1999 08:57:15 -0400
>
>Hear Ye, O Vikings of the Realm. This be for you...  :)
>
>Caoillainn De Bhulbh, She-Wolf of Limerick
>"If Normal is relative, it must be a very distant relative..."
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: HolmesRA at ingalls.com <HolmesRA at ingalls.com>
>To: TY at reashelm.ce.utk.edu <TY at reashelm.ce.utk.edu>
>Date: Thursday, October 21, 1999 8:49 AM
>Subject: [TY] NORSE OF COURSE
>
>
> >
> >
> >Enough Normans, let's hear about Vikings. :-)
> >
> >Haldan
> >Osprey
> >******************************
> >
> >        NORSE OF COURSE
> > original poem in the style of Theodor Suess Geiselson
> > by Raven Madelyn Stark (evil twin of Raven Qara ton)
> >
> > One skald, two skald,
> > young skald, dead skald.
> > This one wrote a mighty ode.
> > This one took his ship and rowed.
> > Say!  What a long way he rowed!
> > Yes, some are young and some are dead.
> > Some are very seldom read.
> > Some are sad.  And some are glad.
> > And some are very, very bad.
> > Who was the saddest, baddest one?
> > His name was Egil - Skallagrim's son.
> >
> > Egil was a cranky one.
> > He killed people just for fun!
> > When Egil was a boy, his dad
> > said, Never, ever make him mad.
> > Egil did not like to lose
> > And those who beat him got contused.
> > The other boys let Egil win
> > So that he would not do them in.
> > Mom said, Our son is brave and true,
> > But dad did not know _what_ to do.
> > What will he ever do for work?
> > Don't fret, said Mom - he'll go berserk.
> >
> > Egil's brother Thorolfur
> > Was handsomer than him by far.
> > Egil and his brother fought
> > They fought an awful, awful lot.
> > Thorolfur would always say,
> > I wish that you would go away.
> > I do not like you, Skallagrimsson.
> > I do not like what you have done.
> > I think you really are a skunk
> > And even worse when you are drunk!
> > They fought and fought and fought and fought.
> > The more they fought, the worse it got.
> > ...And when Egil and his brother fight
> > It's called a nasty Norsky battle
> > And when they battle in a hurry,
> > it's a nasty hasty Norsky battle.
> > And when nasty hasty Norskies battle
> > with paddles in a murky puddle,
> > They soon get in an awful muddle:
> > A nasty hasty Norsky murky puddle paddle battle.
> > And soon each other they are striking
> > Til dad says, Time to go a'viking!
> >
> > Egil liked his brother more
> > When he saw what viking had in store.
> > Egil burned some barns and farms.
> > Farms with barns, sir!  Barns on farms, sir!
> > Did them very deadly harm, sir!
> > Silly Egil had to learn
> > _First_ you loot, and _then_ you burn.
> > Egil sailed up and down
> > Egil sailed round and round.
> > Egil gathered loot in sacks, sir,
> > racks of sacks and box of rocks,
> > lots of pret-ty shiny rocks.
> > Egil liked his box of rocks
> > And closed it up with lots of locks.
> >
> > The brothers fought for the English king
> > They thought this was a dandy thing.
> > They fought the Scots, sir,
> > Lots of Scots, sir,
> > Lots and lots and lots of Scots, sir!
> > But that day Egil's brother died
> > And Egil cried and cried and cried
> > (But first, he killed himself some Scots -
> > Lots and lots and lots more Scots!)
> >
> > One skald, two skald,
> > young skald, dead skald.
> > But look, sir, just what _is_ a skald?
> > Is he someone somewhat bald?
> > Skald he was, sir, bald he got,sir,
> > He wrote ken-ning clever lines, sir.
> > Rhymes with lines and lines with signs.
> > Long-lined sing-song wing-ding rhymes.
> > He liked lines with jigs and wobbles.
> > He liked many syllabobbles.
> > He could write a nifty verse
> > He could write a nasty curse.
> > He could tell a lengthy tale
> > He could drink a _lot_ of ale.
> > Tales of ale, sir, without fail, sir,
> > Up until his ship set sail, sir.
> >
> > After Egil died, they found
> > His big skull buried in the ground.
> > Skapti took his mighty ax
> > And gave the skull a couple whacks
> > But after all, that helm's-rock skull
> > Only made the ax get dull!
> > Why was his skull so very crusty?
> > Maybe because the ax was rusty?
> >
> > So now you've heard my tale of Egil
> > As many rhymes as I can finagle.
> > But you know what's very, very scary?
> > I mean very, very, VERY SCARY?
> > When the Norsemen heard the awful story
> > Of Egil's deeds so grim and gory
> > That I have told you of today
> > They would clap their hands and say:
> > Egil, son of Skallagrim:
> > I want to grow up just like him!
> >
> >
> >
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