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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Like any family, mine’s the same, they leave Mama with the dirty Chores. You’d think with Trolls, and Dragons, and such… There’d be magic galore! But I concede defeat at Pooper Scooping Time, my sons taught everyone well. You’d think just once, they wouldn’t run away, with such a humongous bombshell. The Witch next door is out of town; she usually uses it to fertilize her yard. Her magic does it in a minute flat, but she’s not here, as my yard becomes marred. She flew on vacation with the first snowfall; in spring she’ll help my backyard. In the meantime it’s just little old me… It’s like cleaning out a yucky stockyard. So I gave a shovel to a grouchy old Dragon, since he’s so big and does so much. But I came back fricasseed and charbroiled, my shovel totally melted, as such. I put on my fire retardant suit, and I gave him a special spot where he can unload. Apparently he didn’t like that either, as I dug out from under a humongous load. Finally, raking it all up, I ask the dragon, to make cinders of the yucky stuff. Instead he laughed as he huffed and puffed, blowing smoke at me, in a huff. I smelled kinda bad as I went to the house, getting a cart to fill to the brim. I’ll admit, getting mad at a dragon was never a good idea, to originally begin. But I was pissed, as it looked like rain, and my mind was beginning to spin. I filled the cart to overflowing, then tied it to the sleeping dragon’s… butt end. When he woke up, he flew half way up to the moon, spreading it on the wind. Unfortunately it was me, my yard, and my house, that finally got it again. Who knows where that darned old cart now lies, as he came flying back alone. I had learned my lesson that it would never be wise to lose my temper again. So as the rain began to wash my folly away, I looked up and kissed the rain. Sometimes it’s prudent, to just relax, and get in touch with the elements again.
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