red dragon cafe
Red Dragon Café is officially open, the beast said.
She had the door painted a beautiful welcoming red.
The first two to enter were a princess and her knight.
Is this really run by a dragon? The warrior asked just right.
Yes, it is my namesake the dragon owner said to them.
We have blueberry pancakes, grits, bacon, and waffles up to your chin.
I was going to run you through the knight said, but now you are my friend.
If anyone bothers you, let them know your patron is Sir Jiles Jilly Jiend.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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