Why are there so many dragons to slay?
I seem to meet one or two each day....
My shinning knight never came to protect me
From me, not the dragon, he wanted to flee...
My sword and I make a pitiful sight
We're old and tarnished, to tired to fight...
I think about making the dragon my friend
Its probably the safest plan in the end...
Just how do you make peace with a dragon?
May I'll take him peach pies in my wagon
( sorry, not much rhymes with wagon)
This medieval tale is pretty much a big mess
My poor old muse wrote it, I have to confess..
I couldn't come up with anything great for the contest..so just wrote something silly..
(not an entry)