Once, in times now long gone by, there lived a gallant knight
Whose lifelong dream it was to kill a dragon in a fight,
For slaying scaly beasts was in those days the thing to do
(I think the young folk of today could learn from this, don't you?).
So off he set one summer's day, with three friends, just as brave
And when two moons had come and gone they came upon a cave,
And from inside its deep, dark depths there came the loudest snore.
The brave knight took a deep, deep breath and with a mighty roar
He screamed, "I'm sorry, Dragon sir, to bother you so late.
But we've a fight, and Mummy said I must be home by eight.”
Then plodding forth with bleary eyes, appeared the mighty wyrm
Who said, "I'm sorry, dear old chap, I'm booked in for a perm.”
The knight’s three friends looked at the beast, so big and fat and grey
And when the knight next looked around he saw they'd run away.
"Oh dear," he said unto the beast, "I see you're in a mood.”
"I am not!" came the gruff reply,"and please, call me Gertrude.
Won't you come you my cave, we'll share some tea and cake?"
“Why yes, thank you,” the young knight said, then saw his big mistake.
“It's just a ploy! Now fight!" he said, his lust for blood now fired.
The dragon yawned and scratched its groin and said, "No, I'm too tired.”
The knight was red with fury; he drew his rusty sword,
And even though it snapped in two he went on charging forward.
With gleaming eyes and drooling lips he screamed, "Defend yourself!”
Then suddenly the dragon reared and opened up its mouth
And taking in a deep, deep breath it breathed ... a red hot flame?
No, bad breath (P.S. The knight was never seen again).
