Lady Victoria found herself in quite a spot.
She yearned to be a knight, but the king said,
“You cannot!”
“And furthermore, a lady waits. She waits on hands and feet.
She waits for noble suitors and that makes her life complete.”

Victoria used the lance, the mace, the ax, and battle sword.
The king, his patience wearing thin, gave her his solemn word.
“Bring me the tail of a dragon and you’ll have earned your knightly seat.”
A fortnight had elapsed. The king laughed at his deceit.
Then who should appear at supper, but the Lady with a grin-
a living, breathing dragon was on a leash next to her shin.

She said, “This dragon was not keen to ‘lose’ his tale,
but he can surely tell it if you wish to listen a spell.
Furthermore, he’s tired of waiting, as indeed am I.
So I will unleash us both, and you can watch him fly.”

The king held up his hand, “Lady, you surely jest!
That monster will, no doubt, make a meal of us.
I can see, you’ve bested me.
Come, and join us for our feast.”

So did the Lady, and the beast.