Todd Howard was a man of cunning Pete Hines, a marketing scheme, he was running The artists were through The bugs numbered few Ane the game that they made was stunning
A little on the nose, but I painted myself into a corner.
There once was a Bosmer named Derk. Who could sometimes act like a jerk. He'd pick all your pockets, And steal all your lockets, And call it a successful day's work.
She lurked in the dark dirty shadows Having recently escaped the old gallows She readied her blade And struck with poisons home made Because she really didn't like using arrows
There once was a Khajiit named Dreacher, A woefully dreadful old creature. A drunk and a lout, with fleas on his snout, and they were about his best feature.
Dumped in at character creation Three hours to pen a preview for the nation Bleak Falls Barrow to be missed? Are you royally pissed? It's the height of imagination!
After many days spent a' waiting All of our hopes have been raising Now the times drawing near Were getting in gear To get stuck into some serious gaming!
The Homeless Khajiit Jo'Rak was a homeless Khajiit Who lived most his life on the street When asked, "By the nines! How do you survive?!" He said with a smile that was not full of lies, "I always try to land on my feet!"
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The Nord and the Jarl There once was a Nord from Whiterun Hold Who never once did what he was told He started a brawl With the son of the Jarl And now he lies out in the cold.
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Smoke of the Hellspawn - more of a tavern song than a limerick Pull up a chair and I'll sing you a tale Of black, billowing smoke rising up from the vale In the cold dead of night Lurked a fiendish new blight With sinuous wings and a tail.
It soared into the sky with ease A demon aloft on the breeze It opened its maw The frost it would thaw As fire snaked forth through the trees.
To their homes the townspeople darted The dragon's attack had started But hark! In the din Here comes Dovahkiin With a shout was the dragon's plan thwarted.
Through the fog and the haze With the town half ablaze The smoke of the hellspawn Arose with the new dawn But at least for now they were saved.
There once was a dragon who'd sneeze burning down all the houses and trees. A mean guy with an axe cleaved open his thorax. Poor dragon, your life was a tease.