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Grendel's Dog

by Beocat, aka Henry Beard

Henry Beard is a co-founder of " "National Lampoon" and has written more than a dozen books including "O.J.'s Legal Pad," "Latin for All Occasions," and "The Official Exceptions to the Rules of Golf," now in its revised centennial edition. He lives in New York City.

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Brave Beocat,    brood-kit of Ecgthmeow,
Hearth-pet of Hrothgar    in whose high halls
He mauled without mercy    many fat mice,
Night did not find napping    nor snack-feasting.
The wary war-cat,    whiskered paw-wielder,
Bearer of the burnished neck-belt,    gold-braided collar band,
Feller of fleas    fatal, too, to ticks;
The work of wonder-smiths,    woven with witches' charms,
Sat on the throne -seat    his ears like sword-points
Upraised, sharp-tipped,    listening for peril-sounds,
When he heard from the moor-hill    howls of the hell-hound,
Gruesome hunger-grunts    of Grendel's Great Dane,
Deady doom-mutt,    dread demon-dog.
Then boasted Beocat,    noble battle-kitten,
Bane of barrow-bunnies,    bold seeker of nest-booty:
"If hand of man unhasped    the heavy hall-door
And freed me to frolic forth    to fight the fang-bearing fiend,
I would lay the whelpling low    with lethal claw-blows:
Fur would fly    and the foe would taste death-food.
But resounding snooze-noise,    stern slumber-thunder,
Nose-music of men snoring    mead-hammered in the wine-hall,
Fills me with sorrow-feeling    for Fate does not see fit
To send me some fingered folk    to lift the firm-fastened latch
That I might go grapple    with the grim ghoul-pooch."
Thus spoke the mouse-shredder,    hunter of hall-pests,
Short-haired Hrodent-slayer,    greatest of the pussy-Geats.

        by Henry Beard

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