The Vikings
We're Vikings bold on the open sea;
We're brave, we're hard, we're tough!
We're on our way to a secret land,
Across the ocean rough.
We may never return, if monsters await,
Or we fall off the edge of the world.
But we don't care,
Cos we're not all there,
We're not scared of all that stuff!
No we're not scared, we're not scared!
We'll fight to our very last breath!
For we're Vikings, bold Vikings,
We laugh in the face of death!
Ha ha!
We're Vikings soft, we should not be here;
We're timid, scared and shy.
We think it's daft to go out to sea,
Where dangers often lie.
We may never return, if monsters await,
Or we fall off the edge of the world.
For we assume that this ship is doomed,
And we are about to die!
Yes we are scared, we're very scared!
We need a new plan instead!
For we're Vikings, soft Vikings,
We'd rather be home in bed!
Sniff!
We're brave, we're hard, we're tough!
We're on our way to a secret land,
Across the ocean rough.
We may never return, if monsters await,
Or we fall off the edge of the world.
But we don't care,
Cos we're not all there,
We're not scared of all that stuff!
No we're not scared, we're not scared!
We'll fight to our very last breath!
For we're Vikings, bold Vikings,
We laugh in the face of death!
Ha ha!
We're Vikings soft, we should not be here;
We're timid, scared and shy.
We think it's daft to go out to sea,
Where dangers often lie.
We may never return, if monsters await,
Or we fall off the edge of the world.
For we assume that this ship is doomed,
And we are about to die!
Yes we are scared, we're very scared!
We need a new plan instead!
For we're Vikings, soft Vikings,
We'd rather be home in bed!
Sniff!
This poem is copyright (©) Hamnet Banjuhlo 2022

About the Writer
Hamnet Banjuhlo
While gazing into a highly polished tablespoon one day, an itinerant lettuce picker disappeared. Three days later, with a new name, he re-emerged with the germ of an idea: a jet pack device for moving cows from field to field, thereby solving at a stroke the problems encountered by many a motorist on country lanes … he also started writing poems.