193 - Dragon

If I were a dragon

I'd sleep on all my gold

I might not be very comfortable

But at least I'd not be cold

The fire inside my belly

Would keep me warm at night

No-one would ring my doorbell

Out of sheer and total fright

I'd fly down to the newsagent

And collect my daily paper

I'd eliminate the queue

And turn people into vapour

Evenings I'd work at Burger King

And flame fry all their food

I'd melt anyone who made complaints

Or had an attitude

If I were tired I'd drive a car

A bright yellow Volkswagen

I'd wave at people, say hello

If I were a dragon

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From a Facebook challenge by Sarah Haddock.

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume Two, available from the Shop!