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In a Poof of Smoke, and a Raging Flame! We went running for our lives!
Dragon was at it, again! He had heartburn throughout the night, That’s Right!
You took the penguins to the Zoo, to visit friends, and ate everything in sight?
What on Earth DID you eat? Whatever, ‘DON’T EAT it again, ALL RIGHT?’

Anchovies? Smothered in barbecue sauce. That’s all! Are you, really sure?
What! Then seven all day lollipops, plus a case of soda pop, or two, or more?
Six Cotton candies, Dipping Dots with a few Braunswager sandwiches, besides? 
And where was Grandpa Troll? Let me guess! He was eating there at your side?

Then a pepperoni Pizza plus a few hot dogs slathered in mustard and sauerkraut? 
For Dessert SOME great big Chocolate chip cookies, those super-sized ones?
All sugar and made to fit in a pizza pan. And don’t forget his favorite thing… 
It had more barbecue sauce slathered on top, with more ready to go! OH NO!

Someone better send for the fire department… This baby is a going to blow!!!
Trolls eat ANYTHING! Not little Dragons! Shame on you, Grandpa Troll!
Start bringing in the antacids, just a case or two! And as for you… You Know!
NO MORE babysitting, Grandpa Troll! Hurry! Someone CALL the Vet! Whoa!

Bring the gas masks for everyone to wear, and turn on the exhaust, full to roll!
Clear out the steam and blue haze! Hey! Stop, where YOU ARE, Grandpa Troll!
The rest of you go! Go get the hose! Fire extinguishers won’t do the job, atoll!
Not nearly enough! This isn’t over, yet! You’ll need to burp him, Grandpa Troll!

We don’t want Dragon in pain, if he can’t get those nasty gas flames out NOW!
Flames AHOY! Look out below! They’re even coming out his backside, WOW!
Grandpas’ are made to spoil their grand kids? What! That’s not what they meant!
He’s not a TROLL, you crazy thing! You nuts? I thought you smarter, than that!

Poor little guys in misery! If the house burns down, it’ll totally, be your fault!
This is just another lesson learned for all of us, in our dear, little Dragons’ life!
The vet said to keep burping the poor, dear, thing, as sugar is a firestorm catalyst.
Says he’ll be fine by morning. Thank God! My Poor, sweet, little, thing! OH, MY!

Grandpa Troll, when this is over, it’s your turn, for time out, at the lake. Oh well! 
Someone get the marshmallows out! Let’s Sing ’Come On Baby Light My Fire’!
Or else, it’s going to be a long, long night! Here’s the fire department and the vet!
Keep burping him Grandpa Troll! I’m sure, eventually, it’ll going to be, just fine! 

Sketch a Character Contest  Carol Eastman   Posted 10-10-2014
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