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An Anglo Saxon Saga

As Harold took a beer from the fridge,

Some Vikings landed at Stamford Bridge.

Harald Hardrada was his name,

He hoped that England he could gain.

From London to Stamford in nine days,

Poor Harold. I bet his bum, it was ablaze.

All the the Vikings, were at rest,

Harold caught them in their vest.

I bet those Vikings, did curse and swear,

To see those Saxons standing there.

It was a rush, it wasn't fair,

Hardrada hadn't done his hair.

Harald Hardrada sent a man,

To the boats, as quick as you can.

Bring back men. Bring back armour,

Bring back swords, lets end this drama.

The men ran from the boats at Riccall,

Come on lads. Duty calls.

Back across the bridge went all but one,

A seven foot giant, second to none.

Try and try, they could not get through,

Each man approaching, the giant slew.

The Saxons thought, this bloke is crackers,

Then from below, someone stabbed his Knackers.

Across the bridge the Saxons went,

On victory, they were hell bent.

From behind the the shield wall went up a cheer,

Lets get on with this. I need a beer.

They fought with spear. They fought with axe.

Now we'll have to pay more tax.

Harald Hardrada he was drowned,

Not in the river, but on the ground.

He took an arrow in the neck,

Then with Valhalla he did connect.

At last the battle it was won,

But for Harold it was no fun.

His brother Tostig, was the foe.

Harold tried to parley, he said "no".

So Harold cut off his Brother's head,

It was the end as he was dead.

(Not historically correct. They didn't wear vests).

(April 2017)