There once was a viking
who had a good liking,
to plunder and pillage
any Irish village,
his name was Sven
and like all his men,
he was burly and blond
but was unceremoniously pushed into a pond..
When Sven nearly drowned
he got angry and frowned,
but the lady stood there gloating
where he was a-floating,
he had a fish in his hair
which he flung with a flair,
straight at her face
so she quickened her pace.
After her he went
and he didn't relent,
until he caught er to his chest
that's what a viking does best!
he flung her over his shoulder
with the intent to hold her
he carried her away
all the way to Norway.
She ended up in his ship
where she gave him a split lip,
he tried to kiss her
but she made sure he missed her,
when his lips aproached her chin
she kicked him in the shin,
so now Sven was limping
and his ardor was rapidly sinking.
She thought her father would miss her
not to mention her sister,
but indeed he didn't mind
that he could ner not find,
he had tried to marry her off
but she said no to all the toffs,
her mind was quick, but her fist was quicker
and that in the end made men not particularly like her.
Now Sven is stuck with the shrew
and this part of the tale is true,
in the end she succumbed
and in a few words it can be summed
of an amarous viking
it is easy to develop a liking,
now finally she rests her fists
as she is busy being amorously kissed!
