when things we will want
even though a little runt
down may have to hunt
Whatever brings you my fault,
Is a blemish and deceitful lips' salt.
Whatever sings me your joy,
Is a flimsy and brighten sight toy.
In the cool green pasture,
Is your rough niche so obscure.
Searchers flash in spite of snakes,
Blunt faces hunting clouded leaves at stakes.
Stage your breaths away from the shell-
How happy you would be in the pot!
Put off your day in hope of woody hell-
How sweet the tasty soup so hot!
See how helpless you are when picked,
What are useless horny eyes you have got on head!
Watch how easy you are turf out perfect,
What an awesome slicked body watershed!
Here and there, pieces of all raw ingest
Infections after consumption got to digest
No? You don't have pity on me? You should!
I'm sure you'd rather be a stick of wood
Food that doesn't smell so good, if you could
~ Rather than be me ...
Spend your days rained on, snowed on
Hailed on, stepped on -- why stop here? --
Spat on, urinated and dumped on
~ Sniff my coat of rancid beer
What I've suffered, what I have endured
From yellow rivers to cursed curs' turds --
The very thought of it all is too gross for words
Chetley was a runt dragon, the kind some kingdoms drowned at The Horn.
He weighed a mere 160 pounds, when he was born.
His dad took a hatchet and held it above Chetley’s newborn head.
And his sainted mother begged for his life, and then fell dead.
His father always blamed him for his mother’s demise.
Chetley tried his best to please, but he could never suffice.
He was lucky to have a grandpa, slick and wise.
Who loved him with all of his lungs and his eyes.
Young Chetley grew up and fell Dragon-madly-in- love.
With the dragon of his dreams, who lived in the valley above.
They raised a fine family, and two turtle doves.
He never held a hatchet or hurt anyone he loved.
You were the runt of the litter
Both sweet and bitter
With pretty blonde hair
Without a care
Yet painfully aware
That being born in the middle
Was to play second fiddle
Neither the older or the young
You have overcome
The 24 year's of crocodile tear's
And countless scar's
With angelic grace and stoic face
When all the star's and time align
And all the smile's and laugh's you've left
Are counted up
Every love you never felt
Will forever be yours to keep
When your asleep in cotton blankets
Finally I love you thankfully
It's not your fault that growing up
You failed to matter
You brought the noise kid
Unfortunately we were love deaf
Hair of blonde
Eyes color of two
to say that I am fond
Does no justice to feelings for you
You look the most like me
although act like me no
the girls seem to see
what we already know
You are a card
no fear for embarrassment
School will be hard
I could see you being charged with harassment
Will have a way with the ladies
This I can already see
stay away from the ones that are crazy
learn the lesson from me