Dragons in Dungeons
There’s a dragon in the basement,
Twenty feet tall and wider than a whale,
He grew up on crawfish and shrimp Po’boys
In a land beyond compare.
Ate spaghetti every Sunday,
At a table set for kings,
And a dressing on the salad made of rumors and diamond rings;
Laughter prominence and royalty of things.
Throughout the grace of garlic bread that always reigned free.
The dragon in the basement told tales of evermore;
Tales you’ll never hear, not here nor anymore-
Of Catching whales one hundred feet long,
Just to dine on them on shore.
And a thousand tales galore
He did, I don’t kid,
There’s a dragon at your door,
Waiting to swallow you and take you to the land of UN-before,
Your escapades swept realities from you to nevermore.
Where no visions make their parades anymore,
And sleepless dragons on golden beds remain idle evermore.
But you will dine on whale and shrimp burgoo
When you manage the dragon flying inside of you!
© Randy Biffany 2014