DRAGONS

DRAGONS

You can't just bag a dragon
For they're fire breathing beasts
If you're not watchful with your wits
You just might make a feast

For dragons love to chew on bones
Once owned by witless fools
They non-nom-nom with great aplomb
And they're sometimes known to drool

A knight is quite a sight to see
If they are on a quest
For after mellow bellowing
A knight's flesh tastes the best

Elves and sprites are both alright
As quick burnt weenie snacks
And with some rice you know they're twice
As nice as mice and rats

Snails still fail to thrill the tongues
Of dragons who like sport
One only has to stretch and yawn
And twenty snails get caught

While seagulls tend to peck and squawk
They make a dreadful racket
And if you buy black market gulls
You know they'll cost a packet

Bats are bad and as mad as hell
If e'er they're dragon snagged
They spit an spray as is their way
And they taste like old tea bags

So keep your wits about you well
And watch behind your back
For if you fail to do these things
You'll be a dragon snack.