I set today’s Saturday challenge for the Month of Poetry group I’m part of. Which meant I actually had to write one myself. Not doing so well on the poem a day thing this year but some is better than none!


Sir Herbert was a humble knight
Dutiful and true
His armour kept in mint condition 
Sword well sharpened too
He wasn’t one to curry favour
The king already knew

So when the kingdom faced perilla
Threat most dire they say
All sage advice agreed he was
The one to save the day
His majesty called out to Herbert
“Keep our fear at bay!”

Though Herbert was a cautious man
No fan of questing capers
His polished mace and well trained steed
Heartsease on him did favour 
And sally forth he did without
Succumbing to the vapours

The chilli morn and unnamed threat
Had poor Herb mired in dread
He thought himself an utter dill
He’d rather be in bed
As gingerly he broached the cave
In which it lay they said

The king called out as Herb crept in
“We’re running out of thyme!
The dragon’s seed is like to sprout
At twenty two to nine!”
And Herbert filled with horror thought 
Well isn’t that just fine

Through maize of tunnels Herbert wound
As onward minutes flew
Then suddenly a sight most feared
The seed was clove in two
And Herbert softly told himself 
My man, this day you’ll rue

But came a greeting from the shards
Unexpectedly contrarian
“I beg you not to smite me down
Let’s not be so barbarian”
The new born dragonette declared
“I’m strictly vegetarian”
 
#notasbadasvogons