A dragon, no matter how hungry, can only stand to eat so many knights in armour.
THE HUNGRY DRAGON
by Michele Lourie c 2016
The dragon was hungry
He’d been up since dawn
Empty tummy was grumbling
And he looked so forlorn.
His fire was ready
To roast something nice,
The way he was feeling
Anything would suffice.
Along came a knight
With armour and shield
And lance at the ready
Shouting, “Dragon, now yield!”
The dragon retreated
He was not in the mood,
“I can’t stand it,” he rumbled,
“No, not more tinned food.”