This is my poem.
Underneath the Wawel Castle,
in the land of Good King Krakus,
in the cave and I'm not lying,
lived a dragon, soooo terrifying!
The King was sad and people worried.
The dragon was massive, scary and green.
Every day they had to bring him
sheep. Guess how many - eighteen!
In the morning after a good sleep
his belly was rumbling loudly again.
"Where are my tasty sheep?” he thundered.
"Bring them now!" His voice, dark and
deep.
They tried to shoo the beast away
but he was huge, and not afraid of Knights.
He showed his teeth and they ran away,
ran very fast, all afraid of bites.
The dragon spat fire and asked for more.
The King was getting very depressed,
and people continued to burble.
"I have no more hope" he confessed
The King with his last breath of hope
from the castle addressed his folk.
"I’m looking for a hero, brave and smart,
not afraid of danger......a lion-heart"
"Have my daughter as your wife.
Oh the bravest of all, where are you?
From the dragon, set us free.
Half of my Kingdom, I will give you too!"
A handsome cobbler stepped up front.
"Give me a sheepskin" he demanded firmly
"I have an Idea. I will trick the beast.
It will have one large and final feast!"
He took the sheepskin to his home
and sewed up inside four barrels of salt.
Outside the cave he left the sheep
for the dragon to see when he woke from sleep.
The dragon got up and stretched his jaw
then dragged his fat body out of the cave.
He hadn't eaten the whole dark night,
so swallowed the sheep and licked his paw.
The monster's belly started to ache.
His mouth got dry like a desert.
He kneeled down and drank from the river.
"It was just a sheep, so why does it hurt?"
"I must have eaten one sheep too many.
I promise from this day on", he said,
"Never again will I eat meat;
Carrots and apples will be my treat".
From the huge beast he once was,
the dragon got smaller, smaller and cuter.
Only fruit and veg he ate, don't forget.
He became the Cracow's beloved pet.
Handsome cobbler, Skuba was his name
wed the princess and got his kingdom.
Dragons never returned to Wawel.
They're now afraid of Skuba's fame.