Critterature: a Dragon and a Minotaur
The dragon and the minotaur are mythological creatures.
They romped and stomped in ancient tales
Of Greece, and Rome, and France, and Wales,
And have kept kids through the ages biting their nails,
But they shared no other features.
A lonely dragon, so the story goes,
Decided the rift was demeaning.
He thought it high time they both along,
And tried forging a bond between them.
But minotaurs, it seems, are bull-headed and mean,
And this one quipped he would never be seen
With someone whose skin was so scaly and green,
And whose breath was so fetid and foul and obscene.
The poor dragon blushed,
He turned red,
He turned blue,
Then he started to stutter, and stammer, and stew,
Which made the minotaur chortle, and bellow, and scoff,
Which at first startled the dragon,
Then just plain pissed him off,
And the very last thing the minotaur knew
Was the savory aroma of barbeque.
Moral:
A friend is the very preciousest thing,
And well worth the effort to get him.
So if a dragon should offer to be your best friend,
It's in your best interest to let him.
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