Just like a tiny stray log,
Here lays my cute little dog,
I hold tea in my cup
Looking at my lovely furry pup
Another variation, a limerick:-
The weather was smoggy
And lying down was my cute little doggy
I had tea in my cup
Beside my furry little pup
And my glasses all foggy
As the big boy went past the little dragon, he could see the dragon struggling to hurt him.
6 hours ago, he had set out on a gloomy cloudy day to slay the beast and bring peace to his little village from the menace bestowed upon them. The one eyed mystic had foretold that there will be a warrior amongst them, shining clearly through his crystal ball, who will bring order to their world.
As he treaded through the forest, looking through to the way where the beast resided, he noticed the weather clearing and almost a rainbow glow flowing through the horizon. At the same time, he felt great big eyes gazing. Almost as if the expectations of his kin had taken shape and keeping a watchful eye.
Through the mouth of the blazing mountain, a volcano containing the fire fueled by the angst of the beast burnt red. The flames of his malice put fear in the hearts of travellers.
With an icy cold heart and resolve of steel, he paved on to slay this beast. That's when he realised the futility of his actions and resolve. Alas, the beast was gigantic, and he was not the hero foretold.
Here lay another dragon, from the village of Newt, who came to slay the large man beast, but was met with the same fate as those before him.
