Don't expect Shakespear!

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!