There once was a man named Beowulf Who was fiercer than a demon or werewolf Except that he had a flaw A dragon made him mortally sore This prologue is prophetic To the ending of this epic So I’ll tell you more
Beowulf made his mind up at twenty-three He would race his friend to swim across the sea But fighting many sea monsters is quite trial Beowulf only caught up in the final mile
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Breca nearly beat him He managed to defeat him But he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up in his head He would battle Grendel until one was dead But even though his strength could cause a lot of harm Beowulf only severed Grendel’s left arm
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Grendel he had saddened Beowulf wasn’t gladdened And he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up then and there He’d **** Grendel’s mother in her watery lair Although the angry tarn-hag had put up a fight Both monsters were beheaded that very night
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He took a child and mother Like Cain had killed his brother But he had made up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up when he was old To slay a raging dragon of whom he’d been told But Beowulf couldn’t deal with the dragon’s fire And he was later burned atop a funeral pyre
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He once was a great hero And now his worth is zero But he would make up his mind
A parody song/poem I wrote a couple of years ago when studying the Beowulf epic.