The Knight and the Dragon.

Once upon a time, in a land far away,
the sun rose up, and it was day.
And everyone was happy and gay.
But that doesn't make a good story.
It's not exciting, riveting, or gory.

So once upon a time, in a land over the sea,
there was a land were everyone could be.
Be happy, be sad, be like you or me,
but that doesn't make a good tail.
At least, not before the Wail.

The Wail could be heard all throughout the land.
Heard by small children, playing in the sand.
Heard by the petty, heard by the grand.
But that doesn't make a good telling.
Not when there's still foes that need felling.

And following the Wail came the horrible Shnauss.
He ravaged, he razed, he made himself the boss.
He never took a shower, and refused to floss.
But that doesn't make a good myth.
Not flossing just gave him a lythp.

Shnauss was really a horrible type.
He ate raw vegetables that weren't nearly ripe.
He murdered and sacked and hit people with tripe.
But that doesn't make a good history.
Why I'm even saying this is a mystery.

Many a hero fought the cruel killer.
Some had endorsments, from Doritos and Miller,
And this whole stanza is really just filler,
But that doesn't make a good fable.
Failed heroes, who just were not able.

And then came along the honorable Shmuck.
A bumbler he was, but had amazing luck.
With the likes of Shnauss he would have no truck.
But that doesn't make a good epic.
Shmuck was ugly, and smelled like a septic.

Shmuck and Shnauss, they had a fight,
but a bald-headed boy was a more interesting sight,
A little brunette laughed, and a tree ate a kite.
But that doesn't make a good comic.
It doesn't even make sense if you're Islamic.

For the dangerous dragon breathed fire,
It burned bright, and the knight's straits were dire,
but he fought back, and struck down the dragon with ire.
But that doesn't make a good rap.
You ask why? I'm afraid you're a sap.

The dragon was alive! It snuck up from behind,
bit off the knight's head, chewed it up like a rind,
And truly, he was very very unkind...
But that doesn't make a good ending.
You're not catching the message I'm sending.

The dragon then flew to the castle of the king,
landed in the courtyard, and let his call sing,
the king came out and pinned a medal on his wing.
And THAT, that will make a for a truly good poem.
For Shnauss was the knight planted deep in the loam.

*shrug* Sometimes I get bored. Weird stuff happens