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Heathen Limericks

There was a confused Asatru
who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in the night
with a terrible fright
and found it was perfectly true.             (adapted by me)


Har said to his Choosers of Slain:
"Come, fill me my mead-horn again.
And go find some seed
and leaves of the weed,
they donīt call me the High One in vain
."


Two giantess maidens in May
compared the Godsī feats on display.
They found Thorīs hammer strong
and great Odin hung long,
but for giantess best suited Frey.


When Thor went dressed up as a bride,
he really looked pretty that night.
Loki liked him a lot,
the giants were hot,
and Thrym, he was smitten all right!


"What's up, you old wanderer bent?"
"Today I'll feed ravens, my friend."
"The blackbirds? That's nice,
they like oats and rice."
"Well, this isn't quite what I meant."


A troll-wife told Heimdall: "You know,
your mighty horn is quite a show.
To stand here all day
must be hard for you. Say,
do you think I might give it a blow?"

Đ 2007 Michaela Macha


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This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
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