Cold Dragon

Entry for Monsters Under the Bed

Monsters Under the Bed  


Cold Dragon

The dragon lay low, avoiding the snow
And trying to keep himself warm, poor thing.
A peasant to roast, a grain bin to toast
Was all that he asked of his day, poor thing.

The bite of the cold could not be controlled
His fire went out with a <pop!>, poor thing.
He shivered and sighed, he whined and he cried,
Cold peasant for dinner tonight, poor thing.


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