What happens in Utgard
A cautionary poem
Jotunns are good, jotunns are nice Jotunns have cocks that are made out of ice They also have pussies, if you didn’t know Cold as the winter, soft as the snow
When summer in Asgard burns heavy and hot A wise man will go to the realm that is not In Jotunheim will he select him a runt And cool off his dick in a frosty blue cunt
But wise he is not, if he spills deep inside For jotunns are fertile when summer is nigh And should he return for another year’s trip The runt will be waiting, a babe on his hip











