Dragon's Quest, Keenly, And Queenly, They Met. Poem by Michael Gale

A Dragony tale...
Fire breathed, nostril's swell.

The dragon had soared and glided on by...
I tell you truthfully, this tale I do swear as tell, I do not flagrantly lie.

Scorched village's thatch filled huts...
Flames were waving and leaping, and jumping.

All, that was left, were a small stream of steam, and ditches, beside
many a ruts...
Hill and dale, through valleys smelled stale, were the road's surface, to wagon's ride wheels, were jumping and bumping.

Up set carts, as if the dragon's lair, was rustling.
As the winged creature's flapping wings, was sending the winds down to the village's huts, which were hustling and bustling...

Apart, did the grass huts, spread and, fly away...
A warrior was found, who sent arrow to air, with dragon-ed target, yon arrow did not fall, but stay.

Both arrow and Dragon, fell to Earth...
No more winged creature, would originate, in birth.

This young warrior, was met with the hand of the Kingdom's royal daughter...
This young warrior, was rewarded with many riches, and happily the Princess and he should live, happily ever after, they ought'ter.

A dead dragon, lots o' cash n' gold, and a mated partner...
This idea, does so seem, all the much more smarter.