Chetley, the Runt Dragon
Chetley was a runt dragon, the kind some kingdoms drowned at The Horn.
He weighed a mere 160 pounds, when he was born.
His dad took a hatchet and held it above Chetley’s newborn head.
And his sainted mother begged for his life, and then fell dead.
His father always blamed him for his mother’s demise.
Chetley tried his best to please, but he could never suffice.
He was lucky to have a grandpa, slick and wise.
Who loved him with all of his lungs and his eyes.
Young Chetley grew up and fell Dragon-madly-in- love.
With the dragon of his dreams, who lived in the valley above.
They raised a fine family, and two turtle doves.
He never held a hatchet or hurt anyone he loved.
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