The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks...

Howdy to any and all weary listeners that had the misfortune of passing this way. lol
My British Literature class recently read Beowulf, and as part of our homework, we had to write a poem in the Anglo-Saxon form, using the traditional rhythm and a technique know as alliteration. The reader should pause at the commas when reading this one. Professor Saga paired us with partners and it was up to us to write as much as we could. One thing that the Lord most definately gave me was the gift of gab, so I came up with all but about two lines of the following poem.
Notice the contrast of moods, the happiness of the pilgrims salvation as opposed to their former gripings and grievings. My professors only comments upon my recital was, "Oh how true!"
One more note I might add is that poems like this are not supposed to rhyme, so don't be thinking, "This doesn't rhyme!" Oh, and anybody who should be so foolish as to plagarize will be lynched. Here we go....

A Trip To Wal-Mart (or, White Salvation)
By James L. Brown and Daniel Parkins

With family feuding, and coffee frothing
In ghastly guzzler, of gasoline fumes
We rambled rowdily, to roust parking
With fleet feet, the brakes flashed
The illiterate idiot, took illegal spaces
We finally found, a space in the front
We vacate vehicle, with vehement ventings
And toward terror, of Wally-world traversed
The doomful doors, stood daunting before
They slid seductively, by sensor of motion
The greeting granny, our party greeted
With ancient wisdom, she asked answers
In driven day, how did we?
No feelings felt, by fastlane fools
We ran her over, with rambling run
Now onto other, more outstanding matters
In dauntless drove, with driven gate
We stalked toward, the sacred Section
Of White Salvation, the worshipped Wonder
Its regal rolls, we dearly required
With joyful hearts, took happy hostages
Our laughter erupted, our longings lost
The ringing registers, we approached rapidly
A well-aged helper, with hair-sprayed hair
The white bags, did brilliantly bulge
Our beautiful Bounty, the back-side Savior
Our total totalled, and dollars tallyed
We walked away, from Wally's wonder
Our future rekindled, our relations renewed
No longer afraid, our laughter lingered
Now entered guzzler, of gasoline grand
Towards sunset speeding, our SUV sped
How terrific triumphant, with toilet paper
Now comes complete, our clever account
Until we return, within two weeks
For fragile eggs, and fresh milk
And sadly said, say The End


Oh, and one more thing I thought I might add just in case you weren't sure about where the line between fact and fiction stands on this post, this one is 100% true, right down to the words of Professor Saga. I recited this in class, and actually recieved applause! lol
Hope you enjoyed it too.