I suggest you not get a dragon to drink mead
For though it's one way to defeat it and succeed,
You'll BOTH surely find yourself consuming more than you need.
So even if you lead
The beast to all this mead,
Surely it will seed
The idea for you to ALSO feed;
A challenge will be agreed,
And thus you will drink, with speed.

You might think it's not an issue--
But that will be before you build fat tissue.
And still you shall continue.

Your figure is still pretty slight--
But chestplates have a bit more bite,
Armor feeling a little less light,
But you soldier on, 'cuz you're a knight.
Is that the end? Not quite.
You'd keep gulping, hoping to show the dragon your might.
Yet everything is a bit more tight--
No scratch that, as you keep up with your fight,
You become QUITE a fright.
Chainmail becomes so slight
it is a belly skirt, showing your stomach's large height.
Your chest is all in sight,
As plates have become mere nipple guards tonight.
You've drank far more than is polite,
And far, far more than that, alright!
But.. with the dragon's challenge, you feel spite,
And maybe not just that blight...
Your belly's big, and behind you the dragon's is too-- you feel something more passionate ignite...
So you'd sit upright,
Against all your gurgling cellulite,
And drink enough to make your armor more tight.
And that's why you must not do that, oh knight.