Idi/Bera

So many wondrous projections      
Give rise to risible trainwreckshuns      
What if she’s a he      
An Idi Amin slash Yogi Berra connection?    
     
Did not the Vikings plunder      
Rape and pillage      
And cut all asunder?      
Strike each village with      
Thoric hammered thunder?      
     
I understand the urge to jump Rorscharch      
The runes, condemn the beastie hordes      
As for me I’ll put away the bloody swords      
And paint her/him with comic words.      
     
Imagine the brutal comic roast      
Of Idi/Berra just off the coast      
Stout brutes from that peak in Darien      
Longboating their way to Scare-again.      
     
Whoever whatever when      
If I err mark it down as a venal sin      
Sorry I couldn’t write a dainty sonnet      
Feel free to jump up and down upon it      
But if you cannot smile, my friend,    
Send my way a simple grin.