Return of the Kung Poo Masters
Return of the Kung Poo Masters
Spring came around the bend
As YES, Dragon is at it again
My roses have compost more regular than rain
As, Dragon goes at it, claiming its Zen
Yep, He’s dumping his loads as I try to stop him in vain
So the Kung POO Masters I did call
This time it was not one, but all
I declared who ever can bend
Dragon’s poos and great winds
Will be crowned the greatest Kung Poo Master of all
One of these was found tied with his robes in a tree
Another under a great pile of Dragon’s debris
But this ain’t the end
For a mysterious friend
Used Dragons curiosity to bend him… to his knee.
Each day the Kung Poo Master refused to come back
Or to reveal himself… as he was hidden… all in black
If Dragon didn’t comply to his potty time rules
Such a clever rule, for he wasn’t a fool
As Dragon finally complied
Then he stubbornly refused, until next year, to unveil
That didn’t last long, as Dragon blew a fiery gale
But The Kung Poo Master wasn’t hurt
For he had on a fire proof shirt
For he was the Sheriff of Crazyland, goes my tale
He won the crown and our respect all around
Now he comes each morn to wake Dragon with loud sounds
Dragon always jumps up and a chase unfolds
And if he dumps a load, its littering he’s told
Now my roses are flourishing in abound.
Now when he’s good… Dragon is given a treat
And the Sheriff gets breakfast here all very neat
Then they’re off to the park to meet Dragons destiny.
For Dragon has become the new Sheriff’s Deputy!
Finally… our… peace …is… complete
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
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