Werewolf Elf Dragon and I
A skulking werewolf, all dark, and hairy, and keen.
A dainty elf, flitting about, barely being seen.
A dragon, with a fat body, that is hard to drag about.
And me, getting portly, I think I am now rather stout.
We were dancing around in the terrific forest this summer.
The elf would not sit still, which for the dragon was a bummer.
The werewolf tried to secure her with his well-intention-ed paw.
But a crow distracted him with a wild and deeply ugly caw.
So of course, the elf got hurt, and had to be taken to emergency.
The faeries were mad. The werewolf got stung by angry bumblebee
This infuriated him, so he took a giant bite out of my side.
Now when I see this threesome coming, I stay inside and hide.
The summer day four good friends began distancing themselves.
All because of an unfortunate incident that happened to friend elf.
This is what happens when you are all dancing and carefree,
Not paying close attention to feelings, or the way true friends ought to be.
A werewolf, all dark and hairy and keen, ran away that night.
An elf, lost her fingers, part of a wing, and her eyes lost their light.
The sweet dragon and I are still friends, but not nearly as tight.
An apologetic friendship that used to be vibrant and bright.
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