My Birthday Present From Dragon
Dragon ran excitedly, into my family room.
He’d been out all day, doing what was anyone’s guess.
He claimed he needed money, a thousand dollar loan;
It was for my birthday gift; or so that’s what he stressed.
“That’s not the way it works”, said I,
“You don’t buy it with my money”.
“I know”, he replied, “but it’s more than I have,
I need a loan and I’ll work for it Mummy”.
And so he scrubbed and mopped; swept and saved;
until he had his dough.
Off he went and spent all day;
not for his meals, did he ever show.
When my birthday rolled around; he handed me a box;
“It’s professionally wrapped”, he proudly claimed.
Obviously it wasn’t for it looked like a mangled fox.
“Open it”, he cried while clapping paws with glee.
His enthusiasm, non-contained; it was oh so raw,
said he’d gotten it more for himself;
I eagerly, opened it with my own two paws;
It was such an amazing sight; he’d gotten me an elf!
“Whew!” he said, breathing a sigh;
“I thought you’d not open it in time…”
“You wrapped a house elf in a box, alive?
No wonder he’s pale white!”
I pulled him out; gave CPR and he was revived;
although, still a bit woozy, from his recent plight.
Oh so delighted my elf was, just to be alive;
he’s dedicated to me; for the rest of his life.
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