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There is nothing to write about she Prue whined
My reaction to this is not keenly kind
What if that sewing box fell on your head?
What if you died of fright, stone-cold and dead?
She looked at me like I was a weirdo or goon
What if six spaceships dropped away from the moon?
Now I’m on a roll and cannot quit
Loving the reaction of this shocked little nitwit
What if a komodo dragon bit your arm?
Her face has turned purple pink with alarm
The what if’s help me write, I say
She has not written one word by the end of the day
though she claims a writer is who she wants to be
Her imagination is stonewalled by herself, her worst enemy
I am a writer she tells everyone who is brand new
I roll my eyes at my delusional cousin, Prue.
I'm solitary, roaming
The American southwest desert;
Heaving my bulky body -
Covered with bead-like scales
Of black and yellow -
Across hot sands and rocks
In search of prey.
I'm a nocturnal,
Cold-blooded lizard.
I flick out my forked poisonous tongue
To taste the air like snakes do.
Do not confuse me
With a Komodo Dragon,
I'm a much smaller reptile,
And I wear a different skin.
My tail is rather short.
My razor sharp claws are used
To dig burrows and unearth
Buried eggs of tortoises, snakes,
And other lizards.
My diet include small crawlies
Such as rodents, frogs, meerkats, etc.
I don't mind birds and their young!
I'm a Gila Monster
A chipmunk fell under my spell today.
I am magnificent, so of course, it was not totally unexpected,
plus chipmunks have always been attracted to me.
She immediately recognized me as a mystical, magical, Komodo dragon,
and she wanted to tell her relatives, for she liked being the first with the news.
You know the type.
I could have none of that, being the only Komodo dragon left, in generations
of magical, mystical dragons. If she told, I might disappear forever, and then who would save the planet? So I brought her to my dragon lair, and we had a bit of a chat.
Her name was Miss Fancy, and she was all of that; eating her sandwiches with her pinkie up. She had never tasted peanut butter banana sandwiches before, and let me know how great they are.
Komodos do not eat that kind of food, being strictly carnivores, but I resisted every urge to eat her, and it worked. Miss Fancy promised she would not tell anyone about my mystical, magical side, which she and only she had seen, so I released her back into her meadow with her friends.
Almost as soon as she was released she began travelling door to door, and I suspected she was not merely delivering May baskets. I turned invisible to listen, and was astounded at how many people laughed at her for thinking there was a real Komodo dragon. None believed, and she was the laughing
stock of Chipmunk Village.
I cannot tell you the relief I felt for I had grown fond of her, and did not relish torching her with my mighty flames, for a chipmunk is not much of a bite anyway.
There's an eatery here in my hometown I'd heard about,
That features exotic wild animal fare so I thought I'd check it out!
I perused the menu and here are a few examples of its bizarre cuisine:
Slow-broiled and marinated Indian elephant spleen;
Delectable bar-be-qued Texas style rib of rattlesnake;
Tender sixteen-ounce portions of grilled hippopotamus steak;
Choice butterflied pork tender-loin from corn-fed por(k)cupine;
Wild Arkansas boars' feet boiled and pickled in spicy brine;
Fresh flown-in daily from Alaska, deep-fried buzzards' gizzards;
Finely sliced sauteed tongue of Komodo Dragon lizards!
I decided to order an enticing delicacy that really caught my eye;
'Twas a dish called Braised Himalayan Rabbit that I thought I'd try!
I asked the server about its origin and its preparation mode.
"First" said she, "we find him-a-layin' on the road!"
(At that I stifled a roiling barf and from there I quickly strode!)
He came sneaking through the grass on a summer’s day.
We jumped as we saw him heading our way.
A Komodo dragon, lizard, iguana or dinosaur?
We did not know, but some did not want to see more.
The chips went flying, and the dip fell on the deck.
I stayed to watch, because I thought what the heck?
He came closer to me; his legs running quite fast.
Got a really good look; he was actually a blast!
He stopped quite suddenly about six feet away.
I knew he could take me, but actually felt okay.
So how are you? I asked him. He nodded his head.
I threw him some potato chips which he bit ‘til they bled.
His choppers were impressive; his chewing quite loud.
Neighbors came out and took photos; it was quite a crowd.
As easily as he had slunk up to give me a quick hi.
He turned and was gone, a pretty impressive sweet guy.
BREAKING NEWS:
There are unconfirmed reports that, while filming a new advertisement campaign, (on location), on the island of Flores in Indonesia, Martin the Geico Gecko, was eaten by a local komodo dragon named Varanus. Initial info suggests that Martin was taunting the komodo, but that is NOT yet substantiated.
Details are just emerging, but it seems Martin, whose body has not yet been found, (pictured here just moments before the tragedy), was initially bitten at a post-shoot party given by relatives, and was later attacked and eaten on his way to the Bintang Flores Hotel, after succumbing to the effects of the initial bite.
In a surprising twist it has been discovered that, even if they DO find his remains, his immediate family has no means by which to provide a funeral service or decent burial as, (according to a family spokesman), they are "just lizards" and have no regular income, (please contact the family if you'd like to help out).
Even more shockingly, they admitted that Martin was sadly "uninsured" ... so tragic. Let's pray this is just a hoax, and that the "little green bugger", (as he's affectionately called by his agent), has simply wandered off in a state of instinctual bliss. We're told this DOES happen sometimes with his particular species.
There is, as yet, little investigative information or hard evidence for authorities to proceed with, as the only witness was a rare Mascambing Cockatoo, who has since mysteriously vanished without a trace. Before its disappearance, however, the cockatoo was heard by many people as repeating Martin's last known words, ad nauseum, "Eat me, dragon! Eat me!"
They DO have the primary suspect under surveillance. However, due to the slow digestive habits of komodo dragons, it may be some time before any "solid" evidence emerges, and even LONGER before they can find a forensic specialist willing to analyze it, (it's a rather messy business, that). Please watch for further updates.