Imagining Dragons
For fun we played a mind-game,
deciding to imagine a perfect dragon.
She put together a plump pink dragon
that blew rainbow bubbles
and smelled of minty chewing gum.
Mine was an iridescent cockatrice,
a spiny feathered serpent that vomited hydrogen Sulfide
coating all with the stench of rotting eggs.
“Ugh!” She cried!
Then I added
that already her dragon had been eaten by killer fairies.
“Pig, you crapped on my cute dragon!”
I may be sleeping on the couch tonight.
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