It seems the Viking chieftain’s latest antic

Left his men just a little too frantic

Who would have thought a little lip

Would result in the sinking of a ship

Dashed upon the rocks of sorrow

As the captain no longer cared for tomorrow

I suppose there might be a negative aspect

About one who insists on proper respect

But, who would have thought

That the captain would be distraught

By being reminded of his mortality

Or that on so being told would risk fatality

When you dare to sail to close to the sun

Sometimes you find you might have a close one….