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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Odin looked confused, and Thor did too, But none of us bothered to wait Ten thousands years of warrior souls, Charged the dark foe right out of the gate. My boys they shot out Fenris’s eyes, And the old 7th cav, they rode in Slashing hard with drawn, curving sabers, They cut off the monster’s four shins. The wolf he roared, and his great mouth flared Blood-read teeth set in wide-open jaws… But a slew of TOW missiles leapt from the lines And streaked into the beast’s gaping maw. The wolf he collapsed, trailing gray smoke, But Fenris’s life had yet to be spent So the samurai charged, long katanas drawn And his flesh they chopped up and rent. Up came Jorumgandre, the world serpent Expecting a loud chorus of screams. Instead he went up in a fiery rage, Bombed by a hundred B-17s. A breaching charge set against his flank, Tore a great, gaping hole in his side And the Boys of Dunkirk rushed in headlong, Shooting up his guts ‘till he died. Then Surtr drew near, his big sword aflame Ready to bash, to burn, to lay waist But along came the treads of Patton’s brigades, And shelled his ankles to make them break. Surtr fell back and was lost to a swarm Of plaid Highlanders dense, in a charge. And when they sheathed swords, all that remained Was a corpse, quite unusually large! Finally came dread Loki, marching along At his back the great host of Muspell. But from the rear came Puller and US marines, And to that dark horde, they brought hell! As they fought, the Berserkers, they charged Norsemen delivering the last blow, The horde crumbled quick, turning to flight. Leave Loki standing alone in the snow. He turned to run but I shot out his knee And then dragged him to the gods in chains. Thor just shrugged, and Mjolnir he swung And dashed out the deceiver’s brains. It was the only blow the gods did land, Most were too stunned to lift an arm. The Einherjar had slaughtered all before them, Not a single god had come to harm! CONCLUDES IN PART III.
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