I wish I knew who wrote this because it's genius. No. Really. You kinda have to read it aloud to make sense of it, mind...
Meanehwael, baccat meaddehale, monstaer lurccen;
Fulle few too many drincce, hie luccen for fyht.
Den Hreorfneorhthwr, son of Hrwaerowtheororthwl,
Aesccen aewful jeork to steop outsyd.
Thud! Bashe! Crasch! Beom! De bigge gye
Eallum his bon brak, byt his nose offe;
Wicced Godsylla waeld on his asse.
Monstaer moppe fleor wyth eallum men in haelle.
Beowulf in bacceroome fonecall bemaccen waes;
Hearen sond of ruccus saed, ‘Hwaet the helle?’
Graben sheold strang ond swich-blaed scharp
Stond feorth to fyht the grimlic foe.
‘Me,’ Godsylla saed, ‘mac the minsemete.’
Heoro cwyc geten heold with faemed half-nelson
Ond flyng him lic frisbe bac to fen.
Beowulf belly up to meaddehaele bar,
Saed, ‘Ne foe beaten mie faersom cung-fu.’
Eorderen cocca-colha yce-coeld, the reol thyng.