20 November 2012
Under a mountain not so far away,
There lives a little dragon with a bale of hay,
He lives with his mother and his father too,
But its become a bit of a problem when they go to the loo,
For squeeze and scowl and push all they like,
There is nare a droplet nor squidgeon in sight,
So off to the doctors this family went,
They would have taken the car but the engine was spent,
So they decided to travel by winged-flight,
Setting passing villages rooftops alight,
Until they reached the city centre,
Which is where they met a famous inventor,
Who said he could make a contraption to help them to poo,
And invent a new potion to smooth it all through,
But the dragons were not so keen on this,
So they went and saw the pharmacist,
Who was so shocked he shouted aloud,
And then he fainted and fell to the ground,
He had fallen badly in his surprise,
And was wincing in pain with tears in his eyes,
He told them 'Farewell!' and went to the nurse,
And the sneaky little dragon stole from his purse,
But it was just a poster on constapation,
But it gave them their necesry explation,
They needed to all cut down on the hay,
If they ever want to 'deposit' again,
So the dragon family flew all back home,
Stole a few dwarves but accidently let go,
They dropped them into a raging river,
The droplets in their beards turning them silver,
But the dwarves were soon out of their minds,
When they arrived back home just to find,
They'd only gone and left their keys inside!
They looked around for a suitable place,
Before breaking in via the fire escape,
Because being a dragon there are certain risks,
That sneezing a torrent of fire can bring,
So fire extinguishers are dotted around,
In case there's a fire, then they are easily found,
But they musn't forget what they'd learnt that day,
And never ever eat any hay, if they ever want to 'deposit' again.
Dragon Problems • Opuss № I