Anyone can cut and paste the Lokasenna section of the old Icelandic Poetic Edda, Rapaire.

Frigg
25. Your doings
ye should never
publish among men,
what ye, Æsir twain,
did in days of yore.
Ever forgotten be men's former deeds!
Loki
26. Be thou silent, Frigg!
Thou art Fjörgyn's daughter,
and ever hast been fond of men,
since Ve and Vili, it is said,
thou, Vidrir's wife, didst
both to thy bosom take.
Frigg
27. Know thou that if I had,
in Ægir's halls,
a son like Baldr,
out thou shouldst not go
from the Æsir's sons:
thou should'st have been fiercely assailed.
Loki
28. But wilt thou, Frigg!
that of my wickedness
I more recount?
I am the cause
that thou seest not
Baldr riding to the halls.
Freyja
29. Mad art thou, Loki!
in recounting
thy foul misdeeds.
Frigg, I believe,
knows all that happens,
although she says it not.



The question is not whether you can trot out ancient BS maunderings from far Nordic climes, but maunder up some of your own from your own Nordic clime. I think you may be suffering from the first anticipatory traces of Seasonal Affect Disorder, kind sir. But I know you are MUCH more capable than some old Iceman.

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