A story from the Candyland Mountains Caves

            I

“Dragons hate peanut butter…”

-is a poem very old-

“…but they lust themselves for honey…”

and the rest of it is lost,

it was written on a paper

that was eaten by a ghost!

 

            II

Now we need a new approach

for this subject and its facts

that will do reveal the truth

of the dragon-habit acts.

I will try to reconstruct them,

when my phantasy reenacts.  

 

            III

Dragons hate low-budget movies,

comedies about their kind,

‘cause they never are the actors

“doing that is something wrong”,

dragons speak the truth about it

and they make their mind strong;

you can hear their curses flinging

when the movie-credit’s on.

 

            IV

Dragons hate reptile tears

specially of crocodiles,

they dislike crowds of crows

and they never fly for miles.

 

            V

Dragons hate -above all- knights

shiny, arrogant, with stallions,

bearing shields of boring steeliness,

riding horses and… ka-boom!;

like an army of clown battalions

which they only know the broom.[1]

 

             VI

Dragons like, though, all the Ferries

and the butterflies, too;

they dislike the locks of bulls, now,

and they’ve got no fond of goo.

 

            VII

As a matter... dragons do sing,

but they’re not so good at it,

they would try to persuade us

but the deaf could only agree.

 

            VIII

Dragons like to bake the cakes

but they never-never eat

as they’re scared of all the dentists

and their candy-bait treat…

 

            IX

Dragon children do love biting

crunching, running, burning, too;

that is why they’re neither cages

nor are dragons in a zoo.

Dragon love is very serious,

you should never mess up with

-as far as it goes for humans-

their deep maternal instinct.

 

            X

Dragons love to play with colors,

but they are not so fond of green;

Greens are dragons so much lazy,

they just wander with white bunnies

up and down the Green-Hill field

(they do also hate white bunnies

but that’s another thing to speak.)

Ah! Dragons also hate blue cars, anchors,

black-and-brown chairs and cherries;

they tend to be peculiar

about some things so ordinary…

 

XI

The Blue dragons hate the night walks;

the Pink dragons love to dance,

they organize parties

wearing ‘intense’ and ‘romace’.

The Red dragons are the passionate;

White dragons are so calm,

but you never should disturb them

‘cause you’ll face a crushing palm.

Yellow dragons fly the Day,

Silver dragons fly at noon,

Golden dragons… flew away

we do not expect them soon.

Bronze are dragons of the Forging,

Iron dragons are of Keep;

Orange are the funny dragons,

but their jokes are very deep.

 

            XII

That’s all I could think about it,

not so helpful in the end…

but I have to close the lines, now,

so take care, or make a friend!

 

            XIII

Wait a minute! I heard some laughing,

I suspect you read it all;

I don’t know what’s in your mind, fink,

I presume it’s like a call:

“How on Earth you claim this knowledge?

And if it’s true why is bad in rimes?”

Well…, my dear and only reader,

firstly, know that I’m not drunk,

secondly… I heard a voice

coming from a brown trunk

in a spooky room with noise,

where I went to clean its chimney

-but eventually I got lost-

in a house so old and zimny,

where inhabitants were Ghosts!.

 

 

 

 

 

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[1] Like the Pokemon Mr. Mime.

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