the dragon

There are many rules on how to write properly. One is: not to write ‘cute’. And for once purple fluffy bunnies have nothing to do with it. What they mean by it is: don’t bend the language too much, trying to impress the reader. And although some rules can be bend, they cannot be broken,  unless you have a damn good reason.  Otherwise the readers will be put off.

 Whew, thank goodness that this blog is just homework. No readers to impress, just me writing and you reading. So rest assured there will be a load of bad puns coming up.

Because life is already getting too serious without all those rules to follow.

I think that’s why I don’t dabble too much in the art of poetry. According to me it should be about provoking an emotion, not having the right amount of words in one sentence. But really, I’m not qualified to discuss this topic, since I’ve only written six poems or so. Two of them you’ll probably never read, they’re personal.  But I’ll be glad to show you this one. How about you’ll be the judge if it’s good or goof, rules be damned.  

The Dragon

I once had a dragon, long and thin

He had blue scales, unique to his kin

He pursed his lips whenever he spoke

And out would come puffs of smoke

The grownups snubbed, they didn’t see

Oh how we had fun, just him and me

Every day was a quest for glory

If only you knew the entire story

But one day the adults came

To tame me, that was their aim:

“Your dragon days are over, it’s time to grow

Be a man and make it show:

Slay the dragon, put him to sleep

And do not even dare to weep.”

 I shouted: “You saw my dragon all along?”

“We all did,” they said,  “but had to be strong.

All dragons must die, that is clear

So grow up, don’t shed another tear.

You’ll see you are better off without.

That’s what adulthood is all about.”

Last time we spoke, I was chilled by cold

The dragon nodded:  “Do as you are told.

But don’t you ever forget about me

For I am your creativity.”