Date:         Mon, 23 Jun 1997 08:17:46 -0500
From: Phanny <corbett@SLUAXA.SLU.EDU>
Subject:      SUB: CONTEST: Humor: Poem: DRAGON'S SONG

DRAGONS' SONG


If you've dragons in the closet
get the dog to chase them out,
for they'll likely eat the linen
and scatter soap about.

Why they like to live in closets
is not easy to explain,
it really doesn't matter,
they're a bother and a pain.

They complain that caves are musty,
and the rain comes with the breeze,
and the rocks are sharp and dusty
and the insects make them sneeze.

Very much like ones own mother,
or the father one holds dear,
or the sister who one cares for,
but one wishes wasn't near.

And they like the smell of powder
and the pockets of your coat,
and the moth balls drive them crazy
when the moths are not about.

And they make a noisy racket
when they're climbing down the stairs
and they often do it backwards
just to catch you unawares.

And their breath is dark and gummy
and it leaves an awful smell,
like the inside of a tummy
or the backside of a bell.

Very much like ones first cousins
or the aunt that one holds dear,
or the bubba who one cares for
but one wishes wasn't near.

Though they're gentle in the morning
by the evening they're obtuse,
and they argue with the neighbors
if you ever let them loose.

And they like to light the candles
with a flame from out their nose,
and they singe the caterpillars,
when they bend and smell the rose.

They come little recommended
for they have no use at all,
and they make an awful racket
when the suitors come to call.

They've very much like friends of friends
or the bringers of good cheer,
or the zadde who one cares for,
but one wishes wasn't near.

We let them live in closets
I have heard it sometime said,
We let them have the closet
so they do not take the bed.

We let them have the closet
as far as I can see,
we let them have the closet
to keep the bathroom free.