Once upon a time...
The King says
whomsoever
shall rid my land of
these creatures
One week later...
The Prince is up on
the roof again
plugging new nightly
holes in the battlements
The Queen says we
should cut off that branch
which curves onto
the roof
up which they keep climbing
Everyone looks
sentimental about the curving branch
The King and Queen
lie awake at three
listening to the
gnash of teeth and claws
In the morning a
little furry dragon
is curled
inadequately on the corrugated iron
dreaming of dark
dens
under the leaves of
the branch
enchanting
The Prince is on the
roof again
The Princess
in her gown all
sleepy tresses
says why can't we
now it is disarmed
by daylight
just put it in a box
Everyone looks
thoughtful
The Queen says
sotto voce
and off with that
fucking branch
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