~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Goat God Blot
I gave Thor my last good beer.
Now my fridge is lookin’ drear.
For there’s nothin’ left to drink,
‘Cept for water from the sink.
It was a goodly sacrifice
To him of thunder and storm strife,
That goat god of fiery beard,
I felt its sharing draw him near.
So I gave Thor my last good beer,
A sacrifice so dear.
And as I poured that lager out,
He whispered, ~ ~ ~ ~
“Next time . . . get me stout.”
©
Crowfuzz March 24, 2004
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