"Fetch another lance, do it with haste!"
Sir Guy, my liege, cried out as I paced,
Toward Ol' Gray, my mule, loyally bearing,
The last lance in the pack he was wearing.
Cinderdoo, my master's scaly dragon foe,
Had broken the rest, I saw with great woe.
Returning that lance with fastest speed,
I noticed Sir Guy had fell from his steed.
"Are you well sir?" I asked him as I saw,
Him charred all from his foot to his maw.
"Aye," he replied in a state of obvious daze,
"This vermin's roar is worse than his blaze."
Still smoking he stood and took the lance,
Oblivious that ash had replaced his pants,
Beneath the armor that hadn't concealed,
His burnt hinder-regions now revealed.
Once again my liege jumped upon his horse,
But this time I tried to stop him of course,
For he sat facing his foe to the north,
He bellowed "Charge!" and his mount sprang Forth,
Away to the south and then there came after,
The horrible Cinderdoo's roaring laughter.
I hopelessly witnessed Sir Guy ride away,
Leaving behind both myself and Ol' Gray,
To stand there in front of Cinderdoo's cave.
I myself, trying the best to be brave,
Closed my eyes and prayed for a quick death.
I began to weep as I felt the hot breath,
Of the dragon blow against my sweating head.
Cinderdoo's voice roared loud as he said,
"I am so very curious to see how you taste,
But to eat you so quickly would be a waste.
How about this: you and I will make a deal,
I promise that you won't be my next meal,
If you ask me a good riddle that I fail,
To answer correctly, then you'll prevail,
To go in peace and live to your last year.
What say you?" I heard it all with fear,
For when it came to giving out a riddle,
At best my knowledge was so very little,
But seeing I was left with no other choice,
I responded in a not surprisingly meek voice,
"I'll do as you ask and I'll try to my best,
To take up and succeed in this upcoming test."
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