Jackson Riot

Travis Chearino

Mrs. Bozigian

English 3, Period 3

11, November 21, 2012

Anglo-Saxon Boast

Hail young thanes who gather about me –

For I am GG, dweller of the creek.

From the land of Lincoln, here in Chicago.

Daughter of the late RC, chief motivator of the crowds,

And N, seller of homes. Sister of D,

Online gamer consult & seller of homes.

From the high plains I come! I roar!

Reader of books, dancer of songs,

Scribe of stories, and essay-assigner.

Commander of the hardwood battlefield,

I approach my foes and float on them with the

Fine fin, wading through water,

Snapping waves, watching for whacks from my foes.

I speak of and boast of the victories of the

Blue and White Small Bear Warriors!

And how ‘bout those Blue and Silver Boys?!

I stretch with force forming a fine angle –

Blasting my limb-movers and walking-propellers with

Momentous endurance. Defeating my enemies.

Flying on the human-kite at 1300 ft. above ground.

Pale-hosed, I prepare the fire feast – The great celebrations.

Under sweltering sun in the flame’s face.

I barbecue the grub –Party Host Champion I am hailed:

Planner of Surprises! Host of many!

A challenge is decreed by my heir –

I am healer of wounds, listener of qualms,

Helper of homework, preparing the way for

My heir to this mighty mead-hall.

I’ll make good on my boast and talk all the louder –

Poets will celebrate my actions with rousing cries,

Shaping my deeds into timeless songs.