Snuff The Tragic Dragon

Snuff The Tragic Dragon

On a hot summers eve, last xmas
Whilst the moon shone black all day
Cockerels were laying painful parallel eggs
That were purple, pink, and grey

And out of one hatched a dragon
All dainty, and kind of nice
Her derriere was on her elbow
And her elbow was versa vise

Her wings were slightly back to front
And her eyes were a mellow pink
her firey farts, were like chilli tarts
And her piss, like Indian ink

But worst of all, for a dragon
If all of this wasn't enough
When she tried to snort her firey flames
all she could do was snuff

A thin vapour of smokey air
Emitted from her snout
Her eyebrows from this soon caught fire
And she couldn't put them out

So to this day, and yesteryear
She now dances with dreamy sheep
Thats why peeps get confused
When counting the sheep to sleep!

by Jem de Blondeville
sweet and curious dreams xx😏🦋💜