A Virile Viking Visits Enfield
Long ago in days of yore
A virile Viking came ashore,
He moored his longboat by the Lea
And tied it to a sturdy tree.
He gazed around just taking measure
And then set out to find a treasure.
With helmet winged and battle axe
He said ”I’ll find a place to sack”.
Capel Manor caught his eye.
The gate was barred and far too high
Twas guarded by a monster dark
That wagged it’s tail and gave a bark.
“O fearsome monster where’s your Owner,
I need to loot a sack of Kroner”
“Keep Away”, the monster yapped,
“My master really can’t be tapped”.
He settled down beside a tree,
With Danish pastries for his tea,
Then finds a clue, no more to rove,
A Windmill’s by the treasure trove.
Now Windmill Hill to me is near,
So in this saga I appear,
He asked me where the treasure lay,
I said to him “just go away.
We don’t need you in Enfield village,
If you’ve come to rape and pillage.”
With that he dragged me by the hair
To his boat --- which wasn’t there!!
With great sadness he was smitten
He was stuck here in Great Britain,
But all’s not lost for you can see
He’s no regrets the treasures’ me.