This was my (first and, I'm afraid, only) attempt at humorous poetry. Unfortunately, I seem to have been born without a funny bone. I think I can promise you a villanelle by next week, though.
The dragons of that country having all been vanquished
or chased into hiding (he could never find them)
or tamed into small, portable flame-throwers,
the knight
polished his sword a little brighter
and took up fighting shadows.
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