Wednesday, July 10, 2013

569 : Baptiste the Dragon




Baptiste the Dragon

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,
As kind as kind could be.
He breathed no fire,
Played songs on a lyre
And had sticky buns for tea,
For tea,
And had sticky buns for tea.

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,
As sweet as a baby lamb.
He would hold open a door,
And would never snore
And offered his seat on a tram
On a tram,
And offered his seat on a tram

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,
All sugar, with no spice.
He was so bland in every sense
Even St George took no offence,
And children asked his advice,
His advice,
And children asked his advice.

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,
He loved to smell the flowers
He’d bathe in the sea,
Drinking chamomile tea,
And read poetry aloud for hours,
For hours,
And read poetry aloud for hours.

Baptiste the Dragon was so kind,
But there’s a lessen for those of his ilk.
He was completely beguiled
By a sneaky little child
Who ate him with a glass of milk,
Of milk,
Who ate him with a glass of milk,

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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6 comments:

  1. Wonderful :-) but children can be cruel :-(

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  2. That dragon looks as if it is perched on flabby pink bum:)

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    1. It was white in real-life. Reflected light from teh wooden bench-top I suspect.

      But it could be a bum. George has already claimed the breasts.

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  3. Has George achieved sainthood already? That's a fast lane from Baptism then!

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  4. Such a cute critter; such a sad ending.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!
    Bears Noting
    Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)

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