The Duke of Ottery St. Clare
once poked a Dragon for a dare
between his ribs while he was stealing
one and forty winks
The beast, whose name was Alistair,
then pulled the Duke up by the hair
and punched him in the face so hard
his eye turned blue and pink.
The Duke felt this was untoward,
and so he took his mighty sword
and tickled Alistair until
the Dragon lay down flat.
But now it was the Dragon's turn:
he took a breath, prepared to burn!
The flames spread all throughout and scorched
the Duke's most favorite hat.
The Duke prepared to strike once more,
but then a knock came at the door.
The Dragon said, "Excuse me," and
the Duke said, "Not at all."
It was the baker's daughter, Bun,
with hair as golden as the sun,
and a plate of cakes leftover from
the party at Town Hall.
The Dragon said, "Come in, dear lass."
and thusly, it has come to pass,
the Duke and Alistair forgot
their quarrel over cakes.
But Bun remembers with a laugh
and knows the two are rather daft
but loves them still with all her heart;
it's for them that she bakes.
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