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RIDDLE poems

I am a knight with a coat of armour

Tough and spiked

My heart is pure and virtuous

The cream of the round table.

Dragons pursue me with claws

Eager to tear me open, gobble me up

But when they split my armour

I unleash my secret weapon:

They retch on the smell

The Knight’s Tale

The dragon had a thick coat

Of spikey

He stank horribly

The thought of eating him repulsed me

But the villagers knew better

And devoured his creamy flesh


Counting more syllables

What am I?

What am I?