Beowulf and Godsylla

Meanehwæl, baccat meaddehæle, monstær lurccen;
Fulle few too many drincce, hie luccen for fyht.
Ðen Hreorfneorhtðhwr, son of Hrwærowþheororthwl,
Æsccen æwful jeork to steop outsyd. Þhud! Bashe! Crasch! Beoom! Ðe bigge gye
Eallum his bon brak, byt his nose offe;
Wicced Godsylla wæld on his asse.
Monstær moppe fleor wyþ eallum men in hælle.
Beowulf in bacceroome fonecall bamaccen wæs;
Hearen sond of ruccus sæd, "Hwæt ðe helle?"
Graben sheold strang ond swich-blæd scharp
Stond feorth to fyht ðe grimlic foe. "Me," Godsylla sæd, "mac ðe minsemete."
Heoro cwyc geten heold wiþ fæmed half-nelson
Ond flyng him lic frisbe bac to fen
Beowulf belly up to meaddehæle bar,
Sæd, "Ne foe beaten mie færsom cung-fu."
Eorderen cocca-cohla yce-coeld, ðe reol þyng.

Translation:
Meanwhile, back at  mead hall, the monster lurks;
Full of few too many drinks, he looking for a fight.
Then Hreorfneorhtohwr, son of Hrwaerowbheororthwl,
Asked awful jerk to step outside. Thud! Bash! Crash! Book! the big buy
All his bones break, bit his nose off;
Wicked Godzilla wailed on his ass.
Monster mopped the floor with all the men in the hall.
Beowulf in backroom phone call                  was;
Hearing sounds of ruckus he said, "What the hell?"
Grabbing a strong shield and a sharp switch blade
Stood forth to fight the grimlic foe. "Me," Godzilla said, "make you mincemeat."
The hero quickly got hold of his famous half-nelson
and flung him like a frisbee back to the front
Beowulf belly up to mead hall bar,
Said, "No foe has beaten my fearsome Kung-Fu."
Ordering Coca-Cola ice cold, the real thing.