by Richard Ellis

Created on: August 07, 2009

Dragon slayer.

A great fierce, fiery dragon lived back in the days of yore,
For many miles around you could hear its angry roar,
The sound of it was thunderous and very frightful to hear,
Something must be done; the whole village lived in fear.

There came to this little hamlet one dull dark drizzly day,
A knight in ramshackle armor on a great horse of dray,
He had no squire, in deed he had no servant at all,

The people all laughed because he was so grotesquely small.

Emblazoned on his shield these bold words decreed,
"Dragon Slayer Extraordinaire! Results Guaranteed."
The people were amazed at the audacity of this fool,
Better men than he had failed; he was soundly ridiculed.

As his great dray-horse plodded along the dry, dusty road,
The people fell in behind and jeered and laughed and crowed,
"Dragon slayer, indeed! More like grist for the dragon's mill,
Why he ain't large enough for the dragon's tooth to fill."

Word quickly reached the old King of this small realm,
"Sire, you must see, he is swallowed by his helm",
The King sent his emissary to fetch the little knight,
So as to ascertain if the dragon he might fight.

When he entered the King's presence, leaning on his staff,
Being as courteous as possible, the King held back a laugh,
And thought to himself "What fool king knighted this poor knave?
He will never defeat the dragon, no matter how fiercely brave".

The brave little knight knelt and offered up his trusty sword,
"Sir Reginald, knight at large, here to kill the dragon, my lord",
"Ho! How can you succeed where the best of my knights did not?
"Why, that dragon will have you for a snack and leave not a jot."

But Sir Reginald was not one to be intimidated or deterred,
He quickly let the King know his mission was not to be deferred,
He would go now, without delay, if the King would give his leave,
And bring back the head of that dragon, this he would achieve.

The old King marveled at the little knight's great pluck,
But sent him on his foolish way with wishes of good luck,
No one expected to ever again see Sir Reginald the Small,
They shook their heads and allowed as how he would quickly fall.

To shorten a rather lengthy tale of his trip to the dragon's den,
We shall leave out the boring details of how and where and when,
Suffice it to say that he made it undetected by the dread reptile,
Who was lying in his den upon his gold and jewels treasure pile.

Every true dragon slayer knows the secret of its weakest part,
You see, a dragon, because of its meanness, has only a tiny

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