A short poem about a horse who's rider has a thing for killing dragons and saving maidens. A classic George and the dragon remake basically. Actually I wrote this when I was 12

Why has it to be me?

Carrying this brat on my back

Shouting at me all day long

To speed along my tracks

 

Why has it to be me?

Going face to face with the beast

Huffing and Puffing in my face

Didn't like me it seemed

 

Why has it to be me?

Saving the ugly maiden

Looking at me with a rotten smile

Her face mad me sadden

 

The Beast has gone

Blood strewn accross the ground

George and maiden hand in hand

My eyes going all round

 

Looking down the hillside

Wondering what is to come

Probably the same

Life is no fun


Submitted: November 19, 2011

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