The Bard

The sagas he stole were shoaled as little fish;
He thralled them, trawled them, tall as Stories ever are;
We bawled them, brawled them, bawdy and obscene
And spoiled them, silly for spiils at the midnight's dream.

© Kathy Labrum McVittie 22 February 2024

Björn Brudberg, alliterative Viking as he is, coaches us tonight in the Germanic tradition he simplifies to “Boom, Boom, Room, Crash”, here in the Pub of Poets, at the Place of dVerse, as follows: