The slumbering dragon

The slumbering dragon, he is not harmful. The moment he wakes up is a different kind of story.

Inside my house,

there is something you see?

The size of a mouse,

when you multiply it by one thousand and three.

The slumbering dragon, an almighty beast.

has been sleeping in my house since my birth at the very least.

talking to him was frightening, he had many battle scars on his face.

every time he put his eyes on me I felt like such a disgrace.

A very loving woman always knew the terror of the dragon,

the very loving woman always knew.

She just added even more hardships to her constantly moving wagon,

but She still took care of me while being the opposite of blue.

The dragon is slumbering no more!

quick! go and hide!

The house instilled with fear, I'm standing on shaken floor.

from the roar the mighty beast roared with all his pride!

Only one good thing I learned from this dragon that I see,

I know for sure he is the father I don't want to be.

Author's Note

As always, I wish for you to criticize me and tell me what did you feel while reading my poem?