"Basically... What can I say? It's a fake!"
Ase, Red Faced with strain
Constipated hero of Norway
Sold his services to the Unready Saxons
Stood in shield wall, atop a hill.
Forward they came, flaming hundreds of them.
Ignoring the terrain with the luck of fate.
Storming forward, Ase's men,
Killed rather a lot of them.
(A rhyme!)
But the victory was at a price.
Basically... We had crap dice.
The Viking mercenaries broken,
The Saxon King comments,
"Won't have to pay them now!
But the Vikings close in.
Things are looking grim.
(And that bit rhymed too)
Chrisendom destroyed.
A walk over, Ase on his ass
And afterwards...
Still Ase strained,
Unable to produce,
The turtle's head.
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