They say there’s a touch of God in every one.
An Angel inside, that is sitting there… ready to come out.
He’ll have to wait a little bit longer… Dragon just woke up.
He’s a tad bit persnickety, which makes me rather petulant.
Yeah! He drives me slightly crazy, as I say: Oh Well! So What?
Yep! He poops on my roses and he rains on my every parade.
But he’s still the best friend… I assure you… That I have ever made.
He’s a tad bit crazy, but I believe my imagination, is the very same.
He’s the ying to my yang, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Every time I think something up and I begin to sit and write…
Dragon gets ahead of me and leads me into another plight.
He’s perfect in a parable, story, or even a fable or two.
Lord Have Mercy! NOW what next… am I going to do?
I know… I’ll try to use him to pay my son’s student loans!
While everyone is incredulous, I’ll be raking in the dough.
I guess dreams are good for something… Don’t you know!
Come here my little Dragon, it’s time to start an adventure, again.
Now, where shall I begin? OOOPPS I’m talking to myself… again!
Imagination Contest: Carol Eastman 5-19-2014
That Santa Clause with his Big Belly
He only laughing at all ah we,
With all his HO HO HO
As if I don't know,
That all the stores want is we money.
He thinks it's a joke, I tell you so
Him and his Wife and Elves do know,
And the more He deceive
Is the more we believe,
And Business men raking in the dough.
So Santa you better take a break
I don't have a job, for goodness sake,
So no milk and cookies
They will give cavities,
This Christmas Eve we're staying awake.
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