A silly, goofy little tale of a Knight's quest ending in in a way he did not expect. |
Now I really do not wish to cause a stir, For my knightly honour was once so pure, But here I lay, life so easy and set, To slay a dragon, that was my challenged bet, The Duke, my friend, offered honour and gold, This opportunity I could not allow to go cold, The poster I took, oh so eager and bold, Had I slowed down and read, the end of this tale would be oh so different, truth be told, Away I went, ready to be a slayer, But once I saw the dragon, I could never hate her, But a job to do, a job I ment to try, My own impatience then struck me in the eye, I drew back, I drew away to bait her, Only then did I realize, that on the poster, the S was missing in Slayer, So here I sit, against silk and scale, Watching her awake, and give a sleepy morning hail, I sit here remembering my Quest, I stroke her, my lover, and you know? I like this ending best. |