The Dragon Poem by Terry Hoffman

Decrepit dragon, with knobby brow,
was sitting on a hill.
She squinted at the fearless knight
who had just crossed the rill.

The good knight's armor dripped with rust
and gave a mighty clank,
as he prepared himself to crouch,
then to his knees he sank.

The knight fumbled up his visor
and drew his trusty sword.
He said 'Prepare to die, you beast,
for you have met your lord! '

The dragon looked at him and said,
in a high-pitched tone,
'I'd offer you a daisy, but
this one is mine, alone.'

The knight gazed up in great surprise
then said to her, 'Oh, ma'am,
kindly give me just a minute to
take my Lorazapam! '