“Attend
Over the Whales Road,
To Herot the Golden
Came the Children of the Midden
The Sons of HarMar.

To battle with the Heroes of Beowulf
Prince of men.
Beowulf the Crafty once more his Dragon had secreted
The Coiled Serpent awaited his moment
And dreamt of previous incinerations.

Also Beowulf the open handed
The ring giver
Had gifted the referee
with two caskets of red gold.

The Gods were with the Children of the Sewer
The ball into their hands was placed
First they moved south but the way was blocked.

Fell Death strode across the pitch
First Waels went to the halls of his father
The bloodied and unlucky number 9
To a new Waels will be assigned.
Later Walt fell to the fist of Einar.

The Vermin fled North
The Heroes of the Geats in pursuit
Suddenly the Dragon saw it's chance
Beowulf called upon it and flames descended upon a runner
That day the Dragon was only denied
its meal of Barbecued Rat
By the sawbones of HarMar

An opening was made Beowulf saw his chance
And Eofor attempted the prize
But too soon!
the team were unprepared for failure
So failure Swiftly arrived
Allowing the Rats to score.

The Geats then Recieved
And drove hard for the line
Breca broke Rene
Bravely the rats attempted
To blunt the drive

But Aeschere prince of men
Aeschere the dexterous
Dodged twice and scrambled over the line.

The second half
All is even, many rats are absent
The ball goes short
It is safe but grounded
Till Unferth the ill favoured
Unferth the aptly named
Fumbles the pick up and spills the ball forward.

HarMar are upon it
Like carrion on the bodies of the fallen
The ball is stolen

Nothing to be done
The attempts of the North
Come to naught
HarMar are ahead once more.

Time remains
For Geat honour to be saved.
Unferth it is to whom the deed falls
Gifted Aeschere having been kicked from the pitch
By the boots of the Sewer Dwellers.

Once more the team drive hard
Once more a score is in reach
But once more Unferth fails
To the line he runs
Over it he trips
The game is lost! ”