The lovely lady sang so sweet,
Upon her harp, she PLUCKED.
The dragon's lust grew great and strong,
His heart thundered and BUCKED.
When she was through, he took her home,
And all night long the-e-e-e-ey --
  WE-R-R-R-RRE --
    Anatomically incompatible,
    His was flyable, her just SAT-able.
    True love di-i-i-ied, 'cause nothing FIT!
    That's the long -- and -- SHORT of it!

They tried their best to make it work,
with effort pure and TRUE!
They used appliances and gels,
and lathered up with GOO!
'Twas all for naught, though -- sad to tell.
They simply couldn't --
   THE-E-E-E-EY -- WE-R-R-R-RRE --
    Anatomically incompatible,
    His was flyable, her just SAT-able.
    True love di-i-i-ied, 'cause nothing FIT!
    That's the long -- and -- SHORT of it!

The dragon ceased his striving, but
Alas it was too LATE!
They buried her while he bemoaned
The fickleness of FATE! --
Dead not for love but just because
They could not FOR --
   THE-E-E-E-EY -- WE-R-R-R-RRE --
    Anatomically incompatible,
    His was flyable, her just SAT-able.
    True love di-i-i-ied, 'cause nothing FIT!
    That's the long -- and -- SHORT of it!

The moral of this sad lament,
Avoid the clench of FATE!
Make sure the plumbing measures up,
before you copuLATE!
   THE-E-E-E-EY -- WE-R-R-R-RRE --
    Anatomically incompatible,
    His was flyable, her just SAT-able.
    True love di-i-i-ied, 'cause nothing FIT!
    That's the long -- and -- SHORT of it!


	-- Birkwelch's ditty
           Holly Lisle
           "Minerva Wakes'