The Scales of Justice

It’s true I fried a knight or two
I left them lightly toasted
But dragons’ caves are private homes
We all have warnings posted!

We dragons are a peaceful lot
You’ll often find us dancing
Those knights should take up violin
And stop with all this lancing

I’d never roast a blacksmith, Judge
I’d never grill a farmer
Those knights attacked my humble lair
With swords and suits of armor

They came at me with weapons drawn
To slice me full of gashes
So what was I supposed to do
But burn them all to ashes?

It’s clear that this was self defense
You know the knights conspired
You have to find me innocent
Or Judge, you might be fired!
–Jeff Mondak


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