Delectable Collectible Poem by Ima Ryma

My ancestor, a dragon, be
Slayed by St. George by lucky chance.
So anyone named George to me
Is a prime target circumstance.
I grab the George and chew him up
Till only skeleton remains,
And put that in a closet, yup,
My hobby's collecting George slains.
Many a George, over the years,
Has fallen prey to my pursuit,
And in my collection appears.
I've got five thousand last compute.

So if you go by George in name,
I will collect your bones in aim.