The Mighty Battle of Twig:

Dragonjax stood atop the hill, cape drawn tight,

To resist the chill,

And as he stood, surveying that with which lay still,

He began to feel, slightly ill,

For on the horizon, oh mighty Dragonjax saw,

A torrent of ice cream, with an agape maw,

He saw people running, their pain true and raw,

And with this, Dragonjax gave a gasp,

As leading the armies, against the town,

Was Twig the Moglin,

Smile turned Frown,

For Twig received no fish in his stocking this year,

and instead received this bad poem, and was immediately filled with fear,

So with a vengeance, Twig set to the road,

With an amry of Ice Cream in tow,

And as he plowed through the snow, he tried to lay low,

But with keen eyes Dragonjax spotted,

The small moglin, all tan and gray spotted,

And with a might leap Dragonjax landed,

And then stood in front, of the fish-moglin-bandit,

Stopped dead in his tracks, Twig gave a shout,

But before words came out, in was stuffed trout,

Dragonjax saved the day, through kindness and cheer,

So tired was he, he needed a beer.