Monster

The monster rose up from the crypt
A creature straight from horror tales
From fangs, the caustic venom dripped
It plates its great hunched frame with scales
The slashing tail swung and whipped
And vicious talons stood for nails
Escaping from deep underground
It terrorized all those around

To save from being killed and maimed
The people chose to pay the price
That demon for their safety claimed
Which was a human sacrifice
No other way it could be tamed
(Forgive the hackneyed plot device)
It taxed them, to their great despair
The price of one young maiden, fair.

The girl they chose for this was smart
Could knit and crochet, sew and darn.
She prised the monster’s scales apart
She stabbed, without a hint to warn,
Her knitting needle in its heart.
So here’s the message of my yarn:
(Though clear to those with any wits)
You NEVER mess with girls who knit.

3WW: Sacrifice, caustic, hunch