More Poetry for Dragons

Before going to look for a dragon

Folk will often drink a double flagon

Of extra strong homebrew beer

And as they enter a dark gloomy cave

Feeling apprehensive but somewhat brave. . .

This as we know, being the traditional dragon’s lair.

They will often wave a large sword about

And then very loudly loudly shout

By all alas to no avail

Because quite frankly

The dragon

Will not

Care as it sits preening its scaly tail

Because as we know

Dragons are extremely rare

So are now a protected species

By law

So even as the dragon

Flicks out all the talons on its

Extremely large scary claw

It will remind you of this fact

Before it then attacks

And you end up

All sore red and raw

Scratched from head to foot

And to the core

And its all the fault

Of those knights of old

Who were unaware of

The implications

That would unfold

Of killing Dragons

On their quest

To do knightly

Things
Bringing the life of 
Dragons
To an untimely

END