He comes to me in my sleep,

His breath isn’t hot, nor is it cheap,

He uses the best mouthwash,

Before and after he does breathe fire to someone quash…J

His scales get kind of sharp; he pokes me in bed,

His stomach does growl till I feed him,

He likes anything but is partial to lead,

It stokes his internal boilers,

He liked football, specifically the Houston Oilers,

But since they no longer exist he considers them dead…

Sometimes he does fly through the night,

Sometimes scaring kids playing basketball,

He swoops down on them grabs their ball,

Then he laughs while their game does stall…

He is quite small for a dragon of his age,

But he is full of the advice of a long living sage,

Don’t get him talking, for if you do he will do so,

Till your ears about fall off,

Uh oh, here he comes, I have to stop & post this page…