Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Nuts!

Sir Squirrelalot, I be a knight

Now off on a treasure hunt of

A trove of acorns, such delight.

The taste of them I so much love.

This acorn treasure's guarded by

A nasty dragon in a cave.

I knew that one of us would die.

With sword and shield in paws I gave

That dragon such fight long and fierce,

Braving through the fire it did spew.

At last its heart my sword did pierce.

The acorn prize came into view.

Mixed feelings in me did unfold.

The acorns were all made of gold.