Our Dragon is fierce,
Our Dragon is strong,
Hot, venomous, with long
Claws and talons of which
Was sung
Many a fearful song.
His tail
Is as
The burning hail
Raining from Heaven
Upon the damned.
Certes, he's a menace
Assuredly, he's deadly,
Should he ever
Exit his lair
It shall be a calamity
But pray what,
can knights
Brave, wizards white
Or bards with
Rhymes concise,
Do, if the foe
Is too cowardly?
He lays down in his cave
Writing for "the New Draconic"
He drinks lukewarm tea
And finds Beowulf ironic.
He's fearful of Covid,
He voted for Biden,
His diet he restricts
To low-fat maidens.
(His work can be found
Under "Drake U. Ground"
'There is no Dragon'
'On the Neccesity
Of Burning fields'
'The Social Utility
Of Kidnapping Ladies')
But even girls skim,
Have parents, friends, kin
Even lovers
(Bitterly learned
Our Dragon
To hunt for Frümers).
So they all called forth,
A knight from the North
Wyrm infested,
He came in,
Armor bright,
Sword sharp,
Contract standard:
A sackfull of gold
A life policy
And a dental plan
Replete with
the marriage hand,
Of the fairset in town.
To the dread cavern,
With step stubborn,
He walked, his mail
Clanked and clattered.
"Leave packages at the door!"
Came the voice, somewhat choleric
"And keep down that visor!
Know ye not there is a Pandemic?"
"Not a courrier am I"
Said our Paladin
"Nor a mere passer by,
But your executioner,
Judge and jury,
Preparing
Your destruction!"
And the Dragon begged,
And cried and lamented
That such a wyrm cultured,
Refined and poetic
Shall suffer such a fate,
Barbarous, unclean, unaesthetic.
The Hero could
take it no more,
(Tears he found
more distasteful than gore)
So he left at the door,
His sword and armor
To the town he reurned,
And there proclaimed,
"Virgins shall be safe thereafter".
"This reptile had suffered,
This day alone,
Deaths ten thousand,
And shall evermore
Everyday thus suffer."
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