Deep inside his cavernous labyrinth
The beast lies sleeping
Dreaming his dreams,
His dastardly, bastardly
beastie dreams of
Mauling, marauding and
masticating
His helpless victims
Down to the bone.
Those victims, all zombie
toads,
So unaware of the fate that
awaits
In his bone crushing jaws.
The unfathomed likelihood he
will awake
With fire in his belly and
Blood on his tongue.
What can we do?
Call for Sir Lancelot across
the deep channel?
Cry for Quixote to ride on
his quest?
The beast must be tamed
Else he be vanquished.
The village demands
Someone rise to the test.
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