A/N: Yup, me and random poetry again. Don't own nothing.

Jane and the Dragon

Jane was a young knight squire

And she definitely had all the skills she required,

But, before, the one problem was her female genes

- never having escaped the notice of her parents, that –

Nor her friends, or anyone else's as a matter of fact.

When she told them her plans they tried to stop her by all means,

Saying it was not ladylike and unfit for her,

They did not realize the beast they had stirred.

She trained in secret, as we all would do,

and when the times arised –

she would too.

And did it arise in a big, green surprise!

Oh, look upon the mighty dragon – fiery and flamey as can be,

But Jane didn't worry and refused to flee.

She went to the mountain to face the great brute,

once there she saw a humorous view,

for the colossal creature was simply playing a flute!

He looked at her and asked her her plan,

She told, no asked, him if he would leave the prince alone,

He chuckled and told her she was so off-plan,

What he wanted was all the cabbages in the land.

She cocked her head and frowned,

What the hell was this thing about?

He mentioned he enjoyed those cabbages being browned,

Crispy and cruchy – like only a dragon could make a clown.

They laughed and were merry – until it was time for her to go,

"No!" He yelled, "If you go I'll be alone!"

"Then come with me." She demanded in a voice that was aglow,

The beast tilted his head and cast upon her a frown.

"Surely you cannot be serious, me? Friends with a shortlife?"

She glared and glowered and trudged away,

Wondering what she had done to cause him such strife.

"So sad, dragon, so truly vile,

That one day, you'll be forced to leave your cabbages and eat pig's bile."

That the green one didn't like,

so he said he was sorry and pretended to be a big kite.

To this day Jane and Dragon are playful and merry,

But one cannot help but wonder if, one day, Dragon's meal might be his frerry.

A/N: Um, sort of obvious point out here, 'frerry' is to mean 'friend'. Oh, and I know there's isn't a word such as 'arised', but, eh, it's poetic license.

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