YE OLDE MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

By Arthur Chappell

Your quest, should you choose to accept it, Knight
Involves a trek through quicksand and quagmire
To hunt down the dragon that dares to blight
Our lands to the South with blasts of dark fire
And claws that can cut through heavy chain-mail
As the axe cuts through a dandelion.
The creature flies too, despite its great scale.
You'll have sword, shield and lance to rely on
But horses could not cope with such terrain
So go, Gawain, with Camelot's blessing
Merlin suggests you ignite the methane
At the heart of the mire and start running
To escape the beast's burning stagnant ponds.
This Grail will self destruct in five seconds.