My Dragon Reads Books
My dragon gives me dirty looks,
When I borrow his favourite books.
I settle down in cosy nooks,
Or rest beside babbling brooks,
To read about pirates with curvy hooks,
And wildly passionate celebrity cooks,
And scattered flocks of noisy rooks,
And a veggie patch of scratching chooks.
There’s even a dungeon full of crooks,
Trying to hide from shimmering spooks.
My dear dragon sulks and sooks,
He folds his wings and mutters ‘zooks’,
Then joins with me to read his books.
♥ Gretchen Bernet-Ward