A quick google shows Henry Beard from New York City, co-founder of National
Lampoon wrote Grendel's Dog otherwise known as Beocat.
Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
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From: "Douglas Clark" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, June 02, 2005 6:38 AM
Subject: Re: Beocat
>I think your Glasgow Beowulf is better Robin. It is so many years since I
>found Beocat that I cant remember the author, although he wasnt a well
>known poet. I think he was/is a humorist, probably British and I think
>Beocat is just one poem out of a book of similar. Perhaps he could be
>googled.
>
> Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
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> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Wednesday, June 01, 2005 11:54 PM
> Subject: Re: Beocat
>
>
>>> Beocat
>>>
>>> Brave Beocat, brood-kit of Ecgthmeow,
>>
>> Lord, this is magic, Douglas!
>>
>> Any idea who wrote it?
>>
>> ... and the last line:
>>
>>> Short-haired Hrodent-slayer, greatest of the pussy-Geats.
>>
>> Yeeeeee!!!!
>>
>> Robin
>>
>>> Hearth-pet of Hrothgar in whose high halls
>>> He mauled without mercy many fat mice,
>>> Night did not find napping nor snack-feasting.
>>> The wary war-cat, whiskered paw-wielder,
>>> Bearer of the burnished neck-belt, gold-braided collar band,
>>> Feller of fleas; fatal, too, to ticks,
>>> The work of wonder-smiths, woven with witches' charms,
>>> Sat on the throne-seat, his ears like sword-points
>>> Upraised, sharp-tipped, listening for peril-sounds,
>>> When he heard from the moor-hill howls of the hell-hound,
>>> Gruesome hunger-grunts of Grendel's Great Dane,
>>> Deadly doom-mutt, dread demon-dog.
>>> Then boasted Beocat, noble barrow-kitten,
>>> Bane of barrow-bunnies, bold seeker of nest-booty:
>>> "If hand of man unhasped the heavy hall-door
>>> And freed me to frolic forth to fight the fang-bearing fiend,
>>> I would lay the whelpling low with lethal claw-blows;
>>> Fur would fly and the foe would taste death-food.
>>> But resounding snooze-noise, stern slumber-thunder,
>>> Nose-music of men snoring mead-hammered in the wine-hall,
>>> Fills me with sorrow-feeling; for Fate does not see fit
>>> To send some fingered folk to lift the firm-fastened latch
>>> That I might go grapple with the grim ghoul-pooch."
>>> Thus spoke the mouse-shredder, hunter of hall-pests,
>>> Short-haired Hrodent-slayer, greatest of the pussy-Geats.
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
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>>>
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