Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.

For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.



This ecology needs me and I know my place.

But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.



Well, I came to this village to better my health

Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.



But I get no assistance and no sympathy,

Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.



Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.

But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.



For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.

Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.



Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.

Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.



But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.

And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me



As it happens our interests are almost the same.

You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.



If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?

Of course not, the rest would just make better time.



Now, the number of babies a woman can bear

Has limits, and that's why my prunings done there.



And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I much.

I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch

very interesting.

If were a dragon
You'd have wings
You could breath fire
Amoung other things.
Cows would run away
When you needed lunch
And villages would give you
their maidens to munch.
You can't be a dragon,
Though you insist.
You're not a dragon,
They don't exist

A dragon's feast seems to still be yeast..


Nice day slaying the maidens man...

I can almost see Tasselhoff laughing with glee and sitting down to ask you so many more questions....

To you and your wonderful write {{{{{{{Smiless}}}}}}}

adding to you poem

i am a dragon that blow fire
as i can cook your meat with out a stove
just by using my hot breath
as you should know
its important to trust me
as im also a lonely old soul
i dont plan to eat you
unless you think other wise