Food
This is a poem the Red Death might bellow at the dragons in her nest. I had it in mind early on but forgot about it. Then, a few days ago, I thought I ought to write something about the villains in the series, and wrote this poem the following morning.
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NOW:
When I wake up, whenever that might be
I am in a real bad mood
And can only be appeased by food
So if you dragons want a happy me
There's only one way I'll be wooed
And that's by bringing me lots of food!
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All you mothers and sires listen here:
I'll consume each and ev'ry brood
If you don't all bring me lots of food!
You can bring me fish, sheep cows, birds, or deer
Or humans, fully clothed or nude
But just make sure I get lots of food!
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I've got a stomach that needs to be fed
(It helps maintain my pulchritude)
So you all better bring lots of food
Fly with all your catches over my head
And drop them in my waiting jaws
Just—if you don't know you're a lost cause!
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When you fly you better not stop for breaks
Or try to pull off something shrewd
Or I might turn you into my food!
I don't care how much energy it takes
Or if you think me harsh or rude
So long as you bring me lots of food
NOW!