I have a friend who can pretend.
She’s just a piece of jewellery
A ploy she uses to defend
herself from closer scrutiny.
A member of the dragon race
although she is a miniature
my lapel is her favourite place
where she is certain she’s secure
When I am sitting on my own
she loves to light my smoke for me.
But only when we are alone
and she is sure no one can see.
Communicating mentally
we get along quite happily.
18-Aug-08
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Ahh a cute and fun poem Ivor! A miniature female dragon That fits in your lapel And lights up for you your cigarette This all sounds very swell They'll come a day that you may - regret If she gets mad 'at you' some time She'll burn you all to h-! ! Best regards, friend Thad *10*! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice one, thank you for sharing everytime you come up with novel themes Sir