Thursday 4 October 2012

A problem for a pilot before the Battle for Gray’s Inn and West Smyth Fields


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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