Spitting fire, into the sky
Out of the land and sea,
Comes the giant, green of scale,
Search he does ... for me.
Dripping slime and gruesome slaver,
The beast keeps up the chase,
He knows I'm there, if still unseen,
And so steps up the pace.
Spraying the land with deadly flame,
Torching all to find me,
The Dragon cares for nothing else,
His heart will hear no plea.
Often have I wondered,
Why he wants me so,
Yet answers are so hard to find,
And there's nowhere left to go.
And so I turn to you my friend,
Will you lend a steady hand?
Slay we might this beast together,
And save what's left of NeverLand.
Blades held high, we stand our ground,
On he slithers, the deadly beast,
Could it be that to the Dragon,
All we are is a future feast?
Is his psyche oh so simple?
Or am I missing a vital clue?
Here he comes, and my friend defends,
Here I stand, feet of glue.
The monster stops, and cocks his head,
"What, forsooth, is this?" he asks.
"Simple, beast," my friend replies,
"This is where our humor basks."
Reality dawned, and the Dragon smiled,
And held both giant claws aloft.
"Now I see why you humans run,
A pun's no fun unless it's soft."
Silly Dragon, he thought he knew,
And so he left us there alone.
My friend and I could only chuckle,
For a pun is better than ANY groan!
