Odin stabbed his eye with Pa's cigar,
was handed a nickel, placed it there
so that Jefferson faced out,
and became infinitely wise.
Not so fortunate for the bricks that
laid up Hoor.
Fenris bit the hand
of Tyr off in a rage over
accusing her (or him?) of sixty
four years of age:
The national guard balked
and ran off with the sun.
(S)He'll fine you every time
you mention Njord.
Loki stands with a grin
and hands Hoder a dime,
asks the pretty Baldr if he's
having a good time:
Heimdall blows the gjallarhorn to signal Thor.
I ain't gonna work on Frigga's farm no more.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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