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Sep. 20th, 2010 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardReading Beowabbit for class. Dying laughing. (Actually, the family tree at the end cracks me up just as much as the actual poem. "PETER I x 947 killed in Battle of Briar's Patch." Harold Fairhare! Welsh Wabbit, killed and eaten by Farmir Brown!)
HERE INKY CAT PRINTS OBSCURE TEXT
Then a slave or thegn or something
found a meadcup in a barrow
showed it to the elder Beowabbit
who snatched it for his very own
after laying last survivor
the thegn or slave or what have you
then found out to his dismay
that a dragon gender neuter
didn't take to having people
filch from barrow cups most golden
nor nothing else for that matter.
HERE INKY CAT PRINTS OBSCURE TEXT
Then a slave or thegn or something
found a meadcup in a barrow
showed it to the elder Beowabbit
who snatched it for his very own
after laying last survivor
the thegn or slave or what have you
then found out to his dismay
that a dragon gender neuter
didn't take to having people
filch from barrow cups most golden
nor nothing else for that matter.
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Date: 2010-09-20 10:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-20 10:15 pm (UTC)He was good fiend strong of arm
fierce of countenance ugly of face
him sent by God scourge of God
come to clean up debauched hall
wild women many maidens
in the meadhall drinking mead
beery wenches on weary benches.
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Date: 2010-09-20 10:38 pm (UTC)I think you'll enjoy this.
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Date: 2010-09-21 02:56 am (UTC)by Kate Gladstone
Fúfu, small rabbit, fastest of hoppers,
Works in woodland his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds, then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen of the Vanir folk.
Down came good Freya, frowning at Fúfu.
Said she to the warren-born: "No worth I find
In your smiting of cheese-thieves. Smirk not, but obey me.
To change from your ways, three chances you'll have.
And if you change not, then a nithing you'll be."
Yet Fúfu, four-footed, fastest of hoppers,
Still works in woodland his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds, then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen of the Vanir folk.
Down came good Freya, frowning at Fúfu,
Said she to the short-tailed: "Shame do I find
In your smacking of squeakers, Smirk not, but obey me.
To change from your ways, two chances you have
And if you change not, then a nithing you'll be."
Yet Fúfu, long-footed, fastest of hoppers,
Still works in woodland his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds, then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen of the Vanir folk.
Down came good Freya, frowning at Fúfu,
Said she to the buck-toothed: "Badness I find
In your smashing of hole-gnawers, Smirk not, but obey me.
To change from your ways, one chance you now have
And if you change not, then a nithing you'll be."
Yet Fúfu, carrot-glad, fastest of hoppers,
Still works in woodland his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds, then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen of the Vanir folk.
Down came good Freya, frowning at Fúfu,
Said she to the long-eared, "You've lost your last chance.
Three warnings you've wasted. Now you shall obey me.
To change from your ways, no chance you now have:
Now and forever, a nithing shall be!"
THE MORAL:
Hare whose heart hates field-scurriers
Soon shall see himself made outlaw.
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Date: 2010-09-21 05:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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