The Old Dragon
The moment I entered the door
I could hear the old dragon roar
She was wearing her usual frown
Fiery flames were shooting around
She’d turn Medusa to stone with that stare
Just one glare and you'd better take care
I could picture the scene we would meet
as visiting her was no culinary treat
I’m not saying that she was a bad cook
When we visited you just took potluck
I’d have to pick like a bird at the food
It was vile but I didn’t want to be rude
My life is good … but it did have one flaw
This old dragon was … my mother in law!
10~20~15
Contest: Dragons
Sponsor: Silent One
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