29 October 2012
I take a breath, And take a bow, For my whole life, Leads up to now,
Roll up my sleeves, And close my eyes, Whisper prayers, And goodbyes,
A sword of magic, In my hands, Finest weapon, Of all the lands,
The cage door opens, So quiet at first, And then a dragon, Filled with a thirst,
It stares at me, It's eyes aglow, Then yawns a bit, And lies down low?!
"What are you doing? This is a fight! Stand up dragon, This isn't right?!"
The dragon yawns, And waves it's claws, "I want a story." Comes from it's jaws,
"A story?! What, Right here, right now?!" "I want a story, I don't care how."
"Um... Okay? I'll try, I guess, I'll make a story, I'll try my best."
I think a while, Then start the tale, With a witch, And a pink whale,
My voice tells stories, That calm the beast, A banquet of words, A meal, a feast,
Tales of pirates, Squirrels and trees, Of princes singing, And smelly cheese,
It's eyelids quiver, Then softly close, Smoke rings flutter, From it's nose,
The snoring stops, Dragon's asleep! The crowd, it cheers, And screams and weeps,
I smile and bow, Exit the cellar, Eliza Jones: Famous story teller.
Opuss № I