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Hey guys, this is Sara :)
So in my English class last week we were reading graphic novels about different adventures that Beowulf went on, and I came up with this poem. Enjoy!
Also, please feel free to make notes as I am sure I am in need of improvement.
There once was a man named Beowulf,
Who lived and sailed along the gulf.
He fought many foes, one Great above all
Dismembered his limbs, which then hung in his hall.
The Great one, Grendel, was great no more.
Presumed dead on the spot, he’d lost the war.
The people then began to celebrate,
Because, see, Grendel they really did hate!
Grendel, he’s dead, he’s dead!
So now his mom’s really mad,
Got it out for Beowulf’s head.
Beowulf is ready to fight Grendel’s mom.
Mom’s the evil villain now that Grendel is gone.
So down to the lake to rid the world of evil,
Now the next chapter (sorry this rhyme is so feeble).
Fighting with a sword of invincible power,
Beowulf is certain he’ll win within the hour.
Too bad he didn’t know his sword sucks, so now it’s bent.
That’s what happens to the heroes who are over-confident.
Beowulf, he’s a hero to us all
Risking his own life,
Because he’s hearing duty call.
Beowulf is in a pickle, he’s got no weapon now.
Nothing to do but keep on fighting, hope to win somehow.
Then his keen eye- or luck?- spots a sword hung on the wall.
In one fell swoop cleaves the monster’s head, to the floor it falls.
Grendel’s mom is dead, but there’s no celebrating yet.
‘cause Grendel is there too, whining and nursing his head.
So Beowulf kills Grendel too, now no more enemies.
Just got to swim to the surface, celebrate with parties.
THe monsters, they’re dead, they’re dead.
Beowulf swims to the surface
’tween his teeth he’s got Grendel’s head.
At first the people think that Grendel is the one
who conquered and that evil reigning has begun.
Turns on Beowulf has killed the beasties
So peace for a little while, fatten yourself at feast(ies)
Grendel, he’s dead, he’s dead.
His mom’s dead too,
And they’re each missing a head.
So the people lived in peace and quiet
Until then came sneaking in the night,
A dragon with a poisonous smile
Who threatened their living style…
(Beowulf he’s dead, he’s dead.
He flew too close to the sun,
‘cause his ego he overfed…)