Dragon

DRAGON Long long ago On a barren mountain top O’er looking a parched valley Lived a horrid olive-green dragon He was very large as dragons were in olden days But because of his eating habits The olive-green dragon was twice the normal size He couldn’t fly He was too heavy Couldn’t breathe fire Was bone-lazy and Actually wanted to be friendly But! The farmers feared him greatly The farmers feared those days when they found much of their crops had been eaten by the olive-green monstrosity About dusk on one fateful – one might say fatal – day The mountain began to shake A rumbling noise was heard Growing stronger by the minute The farmers were in mortal terror At last the olive-green dragon was become vicious The rumbling grew even louder The farmers all cowering in their huts – their huts made of nothing but grass straw and twigs dropping all around Doors were closed windows latched All to no avail they finally realized Then This thunderous all consuming WET BELCH!!!