The Dragon's TaleA Poem by BazThe story of Sir Percy and the Dragon...
There are those knights who look for fights
And act the fearless knave Who roam the land with sword in hand And count themselves as brave But even those who freely chose To live out on the trail Are not that spry so as to try To catch a dragon's tail Now dragon tails are made of scales As everyone's aware But did you know what else can grow Upon the beast back there? The tail has spikes and when it strikes There's none who can prevail For none so struck have had the luck To live to tell the tale So when, one day, Sir Percy May The brave and fearless knight Had come to rest by a dragon's nest To bed down for the night He did not know his greatest foe Had built her nest nearby And so he slept, 'til the dragon crept And Percy she did spy Sir Percy snored 'til the dragon roared And leapt out from the briar Her teeth were bared, her nostrils flared She blew a ball of fire! Sir Percy leapt from where he slept Awoken from a dream Then he saw the beast, and to say the least Poor Percy let a scream! The dragon bent and ate his tent And what is even worse The mighty dragon ate his wagon Then gobbled up his horse! The 'brave' Sir Percy begged for mercy Feeling small and frail But the dragon laughed and with great craft She bashed him with her tail! The fearless knight, was sent in flight Across the moor and then Poor Percy May, I'm sad to say Was never seen again... R.I.P. © 2011 BazReviews
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