The Dragon Dread (poem)

The Dragon Dread,
Brooding and red,
Sat and digested the knight.
It had been a short fight
Once he’d chomped off his head,
And now he was ready for bed

The Dragon Dread,
Feeling well-fed
Suffered the knight’s final act.
His intestinal tract, came under attack!
From all that armour, Dread bled.
Dread bled till Dread was stone dead

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