BoastA Poem by Nikki GeiserAnglo-saxon literature boast, as in BeowulfHark! I, a dame yclept
Nikki, behest you commoners to aggregate to my vicinity And lend to me your
humanly talents of receiving my graces Which I shall bestow by tongue.
Born was I Along the fruitful
shores of the River Maumee and nigh the banks of the basin Erie. I descend from Willie, a
self-ennobling gent presently enveloped in the art of enterprise, And Karen, an unhinged
yet genial matron, and Birthed in the nine
hundred ninety-seventh year of the second millennium during the celebrations of
Saint Valentine and the Fair, tender love for
the fellow folk. As you may feel Curious anent the motive
for my appearance in this setting, My desire to reveal this
message matches it in strength, and I yearn for nothing above your faith and
consideration. I have come to earn and
cohabit with an evaluation of the elite-most in your division of edification. By receiving a great
quantity of the octo-uncial from the mesmeric matriarch Muller, we, as a
twosome, may Prosper in anything
hurled at us by the savage claws of the great mother Gaia and noble father
Cronus. Beholden I shall for an
eternity be if given the chance to Succeed in this coeval
challenge entitled English of the utmost excellence, emphasis, and enactment. There is no other in existence
more qualified than I who presents myself to you, for I am Winsome, knowledgeable,
and sedulous, withal my innate appetite for achievement at the apex account. I relentlessly aim for a
waxing spectrum of knowledge notwithstanding troubles Heaved on my back from
previous trials. Nowise do I intend to aggrandize and flaunt my existence, However, I must declare fully a select few of my accomplishments. I reside at the quaternary rank Among my near three
hundred rivals and am ceaselessly toiling to better myself. I am adept at the game of
a xanthous, textured ball and racquet, and swift when gliding through water. Conjointly, my hours are
spent engaged in aid for my grateful kingdom. I shall reach my
previously stated ambitions, the deeds of excelling in the word-mirth of Muller By preserving my
conscientious qualities with the grace of the king Almighty and forgetting my
greatest ambitions not once. With your faith in my
unborn achievements, we may master all hurdles pitched our way and persist in
the blessed-most life on earth. © 2014 Nikki GeiserAuthor's Note
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Added on August 28, 2014 Last Updated on August 29, 2014 Tags: boast, anglo-saxon, Beowulf Author
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