by
Karver the Lorc July 11, 2017
Let me sing a song, good folk,
about certain Ulfric Stormcloak,
fighting against the Empire's yoke,
but still dumb as an oak.
It all starts with a poke,
when Great War awoke,
Ulfric was caught in the smoke,
tickled by Thalmor's stroke.
Returned home, broke,
a little cub awok...