Ragnar’s Rock / by Brian Kunde

Ragnar’s Rock
by Brian Kunde

Old Ragnar Lodbrok took a rock;
At random tossed it; hit some god,
Who after he’d got past the shock,
Sought for his foe. He thought it odd

That no one present at the time
Looked quite the type—a thrall or two,
A dog, an old man past his prime,
Were all he saw. The notion grew

By trickery he’d been brought low—
And that meant Loki! Sure as aught!
He sought the scoffer. “Did you?” “No!”
“I don’t believe you!” So they fought.

Their allies gathered round, and soon
The Worlds Nine were wracked in war;
The Wolf got Odin, ate the moon,
And fell. The Worm was bashed by Thor.

Now Giants, Elves and Dwarfs get slain
While Men sit by and gawp, and quaff
Their mead, quite tickled, in the main,
And Ragnar Lodbrok toddles off.

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Ragnar’s Rock

from Unadulterated Delights : Poems, 1st ed., Jul. 2016.

1st web edition posted 1/10/2017.