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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