The Boy and the Dragon -Part One of Two-

Long ago and far away In a town called Mellongourd, There was a boy who tried his hand At training with a sword The boy was young and energetic, But not quite agile and free. He stumbled and bumbled and tripped and fell, Right into the apple tree The boy was small and very weak And he wasn’t too quick with a blade, But the boy was smart and much too clever And he never acted afraid Now over the hill and ‘round the bend, There was a giant cave. And in that cave there lived a dragon Who made even the mighty no longer brave And ev’ry night at ten-o-clock The dragon would visit the town The people screamed and hid and ran Yet in his fire they still would drown This lonesome town had a kind Who feared the mighty beast, “Whoever kills this thing,” he said, “Will be thrown a splendid feast.” So knight and knight would try again Only to be defeated They’d try to trick the awful thing But it simply couldn’t be cheated Every day as new knights marched by, The boy would smile and wave. He’d watch them go up to battle, And most likely their grave. Constantly the boy would train With his combat teacher For the boy had a simple, sly plan To slay the awful creature. One day the boy thought he was ready To complete his dangerous task. He grabbed his sword and shield As well as a large bucket and a flask That night the boy snuck out of his house And went on the small dirt path. He reached the dragon’s gigantic lair And hoped he wouldn’t feel its wrath. The boy reached the dragon’s hollow And stuck his head inside “Come on out, you mean ol’ monster!” He prayed he wouldn’t be fried. The boy began to survey his surroundings, To ensure his plan for the brawl. He saw some trees, a river, And the massive, stony cave wall When the dragon slithered out of his den, He was met with a sly smirk. The dragon reared back to burn the boy Then, “Wait! Don’t be such a jerk!” The dragon stopped and stared at him As the boy pulled out his shield. “What does it prove to burn a young boy?” He asked as he backed into the field. “Nothing, I suppose,” the dragon muttered And scratched his scaly head. “But what do I do, if I don’t burn you?” The dragon slowly said. “Well first of all, you could prove to everyone That you can burn anything to the third degree If you can, you will be more than able To scorch that massive tree “Of course I can,” the dragon scoffed And reared its mighty head With a giant breath and a burst of flames, The tree was gone and the ashes were red