Title: "A POSSIBLE END FOR DRAGON"
Author: MEREDITH OWENS
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS POEM.
Sifting through his mound of Gold,
Glittering, gleaming, shining,
Assorted ornaments begin to mold
Dragon's hoard for blinding.
What cave, what mountain,
Can hold this pile of charms?
Not river or fountain
Could claim Dragon's gold farm.
A hobbit, hairy feet and all,
Shakes his fist at Dragon's face,
And stammers for a fight with gall.
Dragon rears and out comes flame,
Spilling from his opened maw,
The hobbit cries, his arm goes lame,
Realizing his immediate faux pas.
Thirteen dwarves are at his side,
Swinging their swords and hammers,
Dragon falls, blood gushing from hide,
Down he goes amid victorious yammer.