Olaf was a viking in his peak, in his prime
That liked to go out into town time to time
looking perhaps for some cheaply priced limes
or a man on the corner performing for dimes
the most lowly of which known only as "mimes"

Well, one night he was out, and bells they did chime
and he wandered around on the streets for some time
until he spotted a white faced man, he feared was a mime
for up an invisible rope this man climbed!

Olaf quickly lifted his broadsword covered in grime
and swung it forward at the cowering mime
Piercing his chest, out poured a bright red slime
onto the street gushing like a fountain, so sublime

Until a cop came to the scene, and Olaf said "I'm
so sorry, I swear I've never done this before, it was the first time!"
But the cop just chuckled and said "surely you know, slaughtering mimes is no crime!"