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Al-Out draws his sword, facing ten adversaries
Standing in the 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' sword pose
One sees an opening, lunges, Al-Out parries
He laughs, his opponent didn't even come close
Al-Out somersaults and lands right under the nose
Of one of them and kicks him into two others
Three of them fall down, shaking from their heads to toes
He circles around the ground to fight another
"Over the Hills and Far Away pose" he utters
Changing his stance with his sword now in just one hand
One now charges at him screaming, "For my mother!"
But not a single blow can this brave man withstand
"To Grandmother's House We Go" His new stance looks grand
Three fall down with a single hit from his sword hilt
"Praying Mantis Smells Like Teen Spirit," stance looks bland
But it can destroy your foe with a single tilt
"Even ten men cannot do you harm. You're too built"
Says Al-Out's good bearded friend "Al-imony
"The next time fight twenty, or you will feel some guilt
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And eat some more food, Al-Out. You're way too bony
Al-Out looks at his fallen foes, his gaze stony
"Next time I will start my spar with at least twenty
For lunch, I wouldn't mind eating some abalone
That's, on the off chance that we might still have any
"We're all out, but we do have mutton aplenty,"
Laughs his friend, "you think of only fighting and food
Look for a wife, other pursuits, there are many
other things that you can do. Change your attitude
For science and art you have such great aptitude
Forget about your vengeance and live your life well
In peace and comfort, do not just stand there and brood
With your mindset you can now only live in hell"
"I know your thoughts on this. You do not need to tell
I've heard it all before, but my vengeance is firm
It is now only death and blood that i can smell
I will kill him...Sayonara, that wicked germ"
"The tribe will follow you where e'er, we will not squirm,"
Al-Imony replies, "ask us and we're yours"
Says Al-Out, "i can't ask this of you, I affirm.
Vengeance is mine alone, I'll settle all my scores."
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The Midgard Serpent wanders around the Northlands
He roams just outside the walls of mighty Asgard
So hungry. It's very troublesome to have glands
Oh what he would give for something deep fried in lard
The thump of a heartbeat which it can't disregard
is heard some distance away. He sees a creature
Lion's body, woman's head, she stares at him hard
An Egyptian headdress is one of her features
She seems to be lost, wandering hither tither
This strange Sphinx looks to be very hungry as well
Midgard Serpent really really wants to eat her
Serpent drools as he senses her delicious smell
"Answer my riddle," she says, "do your best and tell
If your answer is right this Sphinx will not eat you
If you are wrong, then in my stomach you shall dwell
Oh you look very tasty. Yes you really do
Guess my name," she says, her eyes turning red from blue
"You won't have a name," says the Serpent with a smile
"Of course I have a name, all things have one, it's true
Your answer is very wrong, you're off by a mile"
"You misheard me," it now admires her side profile
"Your name now doesn't matter at all, don't you see?
A green liquid drops down his lips, it's something vile
"For very soon, of this life of names you'll be free."
It eats the Sphinx before she even thinks to flee
Quickly devouring its green coloured life force
"A mere appetizer," it says miserably
Serpent wishes with its stomach it could divorce
Hungry, it follows a large glacier to its source
Where it kicks a sleeping frost giant up awake
"Will you, my endless starving stomach, reinforce?
Do you want me to guess your name 'fore i partake?"
"How did you know?" The giant asks, "you'll make fine steak."
"People here have some strange naming fetish it seems,"
The Midgard serpent eats him like he's a pancake
Sated at long last, it sleeps for a while and dreams
