I don’t think I’ve posted this before.
“Hwaet! We Gar-Dena in geardagum”,
started that epic tale of old.
It told of Viking heroes,
their exploits brave and bold.
And we like they have seen the day,
when heroes walked our land,
and like those Spear-Danes in years gone by,
they were a mighty band.
Our lofty legions fought not for land,
gold or treasure we did not seek.
None save the despot had reason to fear,
the wrath of our warriors and might of our arms.
In our midst there arose a socialist serpent,
to challenge our efforts to defend our shores.
In the halls of the Congress the air was filled,
with the oral flatulence of the political class.
No byrnied warrior with burnished shield,
can long endure that deafening din.
These mead hall thanes endeavor to kill,
without sword or spear or Frankish axe,
The will of the folk-lands fearless forces,
while yet engaged on foreign soil.
With bovine excrement the battle is engaged,
their journalist minions protecting their flanks.
When shall appear a Hygelacs thane,
in the town by the Potomac the feces to clear.
In the second line, I think “began” would be better than “started”.