A dragon named Flagon,
Sat out in the yard,
The dragon named Flagon,
Sought out a bard,
Flagon had in his claw,
One bright shiny ring,
Wanted to trade it
To hear the bard sing,
The bard told the dragon,
"Your ring is just dandy,
but why is it made
from old sticky candy?"
Flagon released,
a sad little sigh,
The ring had been made,
from clouds in the sky!
The bard gave the ring,
One more little look,
Then said to Flagon,
"I need fire to cook,"
Flagon stayed calm,
Did not throw a fit,
He lit a hot fire,
In bard's cooking pit,
Bard took out his pots,
And all his pans too,
"Just for us I am making,
A nice homemade stew,"
"After we've eaten,
and cleaned everything,"
Tell me said Flagon,
"Then will you sing?"
"After the cooking,
When tummy is filled,
Notes from my lyre,
and voice shall be spilled"
Veggies were gathered,
Stalk for making it pasty,
Herb and spices were added,
"Cook it slow and not hasty",
Well the stew was delicious,
It was a wonderful feast,
Flagon had seconds and thirds,
Bard minded not in the least,
The pans were all shiny,
Every pot was quite clean,
Flagon cleaned dishes,
Like you've never seen,
They'd eaten so much,
Both started to tire,
But Bard kept his word,
Pulled out his lyre,
Flagon's eyes fluttered briefly,
This was a huge thrill,
From Bard's voice and lyre,
Sweet notes did too spill,
Then all went quiet,
Not even a peep,
Flagon the dragon,
Had fallen asleep,
Bard picked up his pack,
As the warning bell rang,
As he entered the school,
Dreamt of notes that he sang.
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007
