NPM: "Beowulf Retold"

Normally I go in for more serious things during Poetry Month, but recessional posted a stanza from the third part of this poem, and IT IS MADE OF TOO MUCH AWESOME not to share.

So, excerpts from "Beowulf Retold" below the cut, and the full poem here: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

and Hrothgar is like well alright
but you know
you are not the first person to have this idea
shit has been going on for TWELVE YEARS
I cannot emphasize this enough
and beowulf is like BITCH DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
I CAN PUNCH A HORSE SO HARD IT TURNS TO GOLD
AND WHEN I COUGH
KILLER BEES SHOOT OUT OF MY MOUTH
I'M BEOWULF
DO I NEED TO SPELL IT FOR YOU
I HOPE NOT
BECAUSE I NEVER LEARNED TO READ

and Hrothgar is like
well shit
let's party

( dragons setting shit on fire is kind of par for the course in old europe )

part 1 | part 2 | part 3