Magic Dragons
I was just a little boy
And dragons abounded, this I was sure
So out I went, on a sun filled day
To slay the fiercest of all dragons
I packed a lunch
I knew this was an all day affair
Dragon slaying was a serious business
And off I marched, to the local bogs
I dreamed of all the fame I would have
The mightiest of all dragon slayers
Why all the village and even church
Would honor my noble deeds
Riches would surely follow
As I sold his hide and fiery tongue
Surely three arrows I would need
To conquer such a mighty foe
Well the bog was wet and the going somewhat slow
Alas the dragon, like magic appeared
Somewhat smaller than I dreamed
He smiled, and said good day young man!!!
Hardly a scary dragon at all
He inquired as to what I had in my sack
I replied, me lunch and three arrows to defeat you
The dragon smiled, and offered to heat up my lunch
How could one refuse such kindness?
Truth be told I was kinda hungry too!
So there we sat on an old fallen log
As I shared my meal with a dragon
Tomorrow I shall return
Just a little boy, poorer still
I will bring another lunch
To share with my new friend in the bog
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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