Poetry for a Grumpy Old Man and his Dragon

A rather odd and grumpy old man

Who came from Mesopotamia

 Owns a large pink dragon

Which he bought

In a market in Transylvania

They both juggle crows

Talk to fish

And have been known to swim,

while breathing Fire

Which they will do at children’s parties

As they are available for Hire

And it is said

When the fennel moon

Is seen in the Sky

Its streaky bacon light

Glinting on the river passing by

That they sing

And laugh

And tell forgotten stories from the ancient Past

But if you ever hear one

Be warned

 It will probably be

Your Last.

Poetry with beasts and a wizard

A flim flam

And a falafel

Where sitting on a Post

The flim flam looking bemused 

As it ate some thickly sliced hot Toast

You appear to have lost something

The flim flam inquisitively Said

I have . . . 

 I have lost a beautiful Rudy said the falafel

And it’s very very Red

The flim flam smiled 

As it looked out upon the Sunny Day

And said

Is that it glinting discreetly? 

Down there among the Hay

But as they watched 

A wizard picked it up

And held it in his hand

He however noticed 

The narrowing eyes of the flim flam

Looking directly at his Face

I suggest you give that back to its owner

As not too would be a positive Disgrace 

But the wizard laughed and said  . . . .  Or what

As wizards tend to Do

But the flim flam ate him

And on the wizard the flim flam, it did Chew

Until there was nothing left but a very red Ruby

Which it happily returned to the falafel

Because that’s what Flim Flams Do