9 April 2012
My dragon is a tricky pet, Last week I took him to the vet He barely fitted through the door And caused a terrible uproar The dogs all whined, the cats they hissed The rat, I’m told, will be sadly missed
And then, to make things even worse My dragon ate the lady’s purse Several shoes and an old man’s hat The table where the receptionist sat If I hadn’t given a mighty yell He might have eaten her as well.
The vet appeared, looking grim Brought from his office by the din ‘My dragon’s ill, please don’t be mad’ ‘I need your help, the effects are bad’ My dragon sneezed, I watched him stare As flames shot out and singed his hair
‘You’re right’ he gasped, his head alight We must sort out your dragon’s plight If not to stop my surgery from these burning flames Then from the newspaper’s crazy claims For if they say what they mostly do We’ll all be catching Dragon flu!
My Pet Dragon • Opuss № I