There was a writer from the middle lands, Whose most precious things were her hands. She loved all types of writing, Fiction, romance, comedy and fighting, You could often find her in a nook, With a good old-fashioned book. Her eyes were her most beautiful feature, Dutchess, was her master’s creature, A small, chunky thing of white and black, Though often she sat on stack Of books, as her master wrote, Or on the small book, where she kept her notes. She was a cat of royalty, And often showed her loyalty. By writing books they passed their time, Hoping one day, they’d make a dime. Her favorite to write had to be action Books or novels, she often wrote them with no distraction, Although her writing style varies, She likes the stories with knights, dragons and fairies.
I have to tell you my adventure, About where I dared to venture, I went there with a great dragon Slayer, Who swung his sward like a tennis player, I was, indeed, his side-kick, When he fought I was there quick, The slayer was brave and very Strong, So, I decided to go along, We came across a giant dragon, So we pulled over our wheat filled wagon, If one had to die then one must slaughter, They fought hard in the cold water, The dragon threw him to the ground, Snatching his sward, he got up and bound, The dragon’s teeth were sharp and fierce, And when he bit, the skin he’d pierce, While in his mouth he’d take a jab, And in the eye, his sward would stab, The cut was deep and blood fell like Rain, When he fell, the dragon was slain, But as they both died In the water, my eyes were wide, There they were in their glory, This is my one true and written story, I scribbled it down on my Paper, Hoping to get more from the local Draper, My letters were small and neatly curled, For them this was the end of their world, It was a most gruesome and sad tale, About myself and the male, For the battle was long and great, I’ll never forget it to this date.