My dragon is a loving pet
perched atop my castle, yet
he needs not a largish cave
just three-feet-tall
with wings a-wave.
His flames, they warm my hearth of old
and next to me, he heats bed cold
when hunger comes, he does a trick
catch, then kill, and braise it quick.
If criminals should come to call
they’d laugh at him, but then soon fall
his razor claws around their ears
and flee they would, with smoking rears.
My friends all love this purple guy
they travel far to meet and fly
and anytime we want to see
our most favorite country
France, we swiftly soar to thee.
Reality, I’d trade ye any day
to own this wee dragon, and stay
happily flapping in the sky
content to live and play with Fire.
– Sandra Johnson, June 26, 2022
I love the rhyme and the rhythm. This called to mind a poetry for youngsters which I enjoyed very much. Thank you!
This is a truly delightful read. I admit I actually snorted when I read the line – “and flee they would, with smoking rears”… yes, it’s my favorite.. but the image is just so comical! This poem makes me want to have a pet dragon as well.. I mean the benefits! Also, even with the humor, I felt it was heart-warming as well… A great read overall. Thank you for sharing! ^^
Perfect rhymes and I love being able to see it all. My daughter loves dragons and she would love to have a purple. This is perfect.