i knew a dragon
as big as a wagon
he couldn’t hide anywhere
so i took him up to a mountain
as far as i know he’s still there
in a cave by a fountain

he is probably brooding
or doodling maps
to the treasure that he keeps
a quill held tight in his claw
as he thinks of old adventures
and the many wonders he saw

if you don’t dream of him
while he dreams of you
there is no need to fear his size
or the fire in his belly and eyes
he is a peaceful dragon
and this poem is full of lies