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by CJ Maleney Dec 6, 2017
Well hello there Mr Dragon
I guess we meet again.
You may notice I have not Lance or sword
But instead I wield a pen
I notice that you have lost your fire
You no longer seem majestic and bold
Isn't time a twisted witch
It made us both grow old
Perhaps you still want to kill me
But you are missing half your teeth
And I've carpal tunnel syndrome
I can barely grip my shield
The young ones call me Grandad George
They poke fun at me and jest
When it comes to you they have no fear
They forget that you exist
You know I can't remember "Scales"
What it was that made us fight
You never bothered anyone
And you never took a life
We were both so fierce and strong once
But that's buried in the past
And I hope you are not bitter
About the fact I kicked your ass
So! the reason for my visit?
Well! they wanna put me in a home
I was wondering if I might share your cave
I'll cook us up a chicken stew
Obviously without the bones
by Kitty Cat Lady
hahaha ... brilliant Craig! I'm giggling here :-) x
by CJ Maleney
Yay smiles and giggles.
It don't get any higher praise than that.
This is really fantastic Craig as Frank said, 'in many levels'. I enjoyed it very much. Kind of took me back to a time of children stories. Added to faves.
Children's stories rock x
Craig, what a delightful write! It was fun to read from the beginning to the end. Well done-
So chuffed you enjoyed
what imaginative piece of writing. Mixing yourself into the story of 'George and the dragon'. Rhymed really well and a flow of fire-breathing all the way through.
Really enjoyed this and will get my nomination fella
This was one of my little flights of fancy that I often indulge in.
That you deem it worthy of nomination I find rather humbling.
Thank you and thank you for your words.
Haha this is so sweet in so many levels: The language, the tune, the imagery, the story, the hummer, the feeling...
I truly enjoyed reading this.
Writing stuff like this is fun and it's nice to get away from the dark and dreary for a while.. that someone else enjoyed it makes for smiles.
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