The Dread Gazebo
By Brushtail

There once was a hero so brave and so noble
He valiantly vanquished many a foe
But one day he met his match to defeat him
He foolishly took on the dread gazebo.

With his glittering blade he slashed and he stabbed
Not a point of damage did the building take!
He attacked it so fiercely he seemed almost rabid,
But no a single banister did our hero break.

He fought all the day and into the evening
The sun was sinking, he thought he should go.
When just as he was turning and leaving
He finally received a response from his foe.

Though light of foot and quick of limb,
Our hero stood not a chance it would seem.
The Gazebo turned out to be quicker than he was,
And violently skewered the man on a beam!

He was quickly devoured.
Or so the stories say,
Slain in his prime by a terrible monster,
He could not fight it, or run away.

Though my tail is tragic and dreadfully scary
All will assure it’s completely true,
But as long as you have a good vocabulary
This horrible fate need not happen to you.