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ALL THINGS NORSE

ALL THINGS NORSE

These are the guys in horn-helmets of course,
And the biggest hammer was always Thor’s.
They traveled each European watercourse
From the mouth to the source, 
And their transport was boat  - never by horse. 
They were preoccupied with trade as a resource 
And with local women had lots of intercourse.
Regardless of  singularity, marriage  or divorce.
Their own huts were simply made from gorse  
But they destroyed better villages with no remorse:    
They did everything by force.  
Their language was often coarse,   
Usually yelling themselves hoarse.
But relatively little is known of their discourse
For their code was always morse.

27  July  2014

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