Dragon In My Tub
by Ted L Glines
It's filthy work to sit on gold an' jools,
with shiny scales besmirched by grime and dust,
which brings with it the fearful threat of rust,
an' dragons have their pride, ya know, like fools,
they have to look their best when fighting duels,
or chasing tender maids, as oft' they must,
so dirt is never good, is often cussed,
tis difficult to find his cleansing pools.
So, what, to my surprise, when I came home,
to find a dragon there in bubble bath,
with singing, scrubbing, rinsing happily,
and loathe was he to leave upon his path,
for dragons love to bathe in perfumed foam,
my arguments were met with dragon glee.
You must believe my tale of woe,
I could not make this dragon go,
'til I said that slavers raid
bringing fear to ev'ry maid,
then off he flew so fast, the winds did blow.
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