DRAGON
Long long ago
On a barren mountain top
O’er looking a parched valley
Lived a horrid olive-green dragon
He was very large as dragons were in olden days
But because of his eating habits
The olive-green dragon was twice the normal size
He couldn’t fly
He was too heavy
Couldn’t breathe fire
Was bone-lazy and
Actually wanted to be friendly
But!
The farmers feared him greatly
The farmers feared those days when they found
much of their crops had been eaten by the
olive-green monstrosity
About dusk on one fateful – one might say fatal –
day
The mountain began to shake
A rumbling noise was heard
Growing stronger by the minute
The farmers were in mortal terror
At last the olive-green dragon was become vicious
The rumbling grew even louder
The farmers all cowering in their huts – their huts
made of nothing but grass straw and twigs dropping all around
Doors were closed windows latched
All to no avail they finally realized
Then
This thunderous all consuming WET BELCH!!!