Dani wasn’t a sweet little princess,
Nor was she always clean.
Her mane of hair was dirty blond
And also smudged were her knees.
Hard work she did from dusk ’til dawn,
And book learning after that.
She spent her days studying hard,
And her nights scrubbing flats.
For many years her town was scared
Of a snarly dragon of sorts.
With deep red eyes and snappish teeth
And breath of fiery snorts.
One day she awoke and gathered her thoughts, her bow, and some lunch.
And set out for this monster’s lair
To settle the score at once.
His lair was far and hard to find
But find it she did just that.
A tiny thing with pale blue eyes
This monster was small as a tack.
… to be continued…