The Purple Dragon Companion

This is the companion poem to The Purple Dragon story.

Little girl Kenset
Flew through the air
The sweet town of Maybury
Sent flutters through her hair

Will she ride the dragon?
Is her will supreme?
Gone of without a flagon?
And was her will the dream?

As she was gone a-flying
Off and through the sky
She had no fear of dying
And the wind was in her eye

Suddenly, the dragon shook
It was not hard to reach its mane
Like an utter children's book
But gracefully, it took the lane

The girl, she flew
She flew down through the sky
With nothing to do
But give victory a try

The old town
So old and graceful
As soon as she had touched down
She knew not to be wasteful

She entered the tavern, be,
As quiet as a crept mouse
Though it was not having thieves
She called the ice cream to come out

Who was this girl?
And what should she be?
Should a girl turn the world?
Like a feathering bee?

She did eat that ice cream
With a dollop of luck
Then went out to meet her dragon
It looked like a flying Mack Truck

"I'm just a kid."
She said from on high
With no more than a meter
From her crown to her thigh