Viking Longship Poem

It was a cold, misty morning

When first light was dawning,

I was in my Longship

And the oars had non-slip grip

It wasn’t much of a field trip.

The icy wind blew us off course,

My shouting voice was very hoarse,

Our mighty linen sail was downed -

I fell overboard and drowned,

That was the end of clumsy me

I’m off to Valhalla today, yippee!

By Oliver Walker, Aged 9