I tried to placate him with food,
I tried to placate him with words:
I tried desperately to alter his mood
And go out to face Underearth birds.
But it’s hard to be in charge,
Of a creature so incredibly large.
It is one almighty feat
To get his wings to beat
And take on the incoming hordes,
Taking one big piece from the board.
So when a giant mead-filled flagon
Won’t do it, you just have to say,
In a downtrodden, sigh-ridden way:
“That’s the risk when using dragons”.
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