Opens its mouth
To a world of flames,
Chars its opponent
To flaming ashes,
Doesn't play games.

Eyes bore into everything,
Have a wild habit to burn,
Just by staring into someones eyes,
You can set their heart aflame,
Pain is something you must learn.

She wants to keep a dragon,
But one fact she's overlooked:
Our house is made of wood;
It doesn't need to be a ball of fire,
Like something she has cooked.

Her rooms the biggest in the house,
But the dragons are so tall,
One would be taller than our roof,
She just won't see sense,
But we'll have no dragon afterall.

I tell her of the dark green scales,
They probably come off by hand.
Their dragonish wings,
That could knock over her possessions;
They'd be better off living off the land.

She wanted to keep a dragon,
But we caused a stir.
She doesn't want it now.
The only problem now is,
She wants a mutated hamster.

She loves the mythical creatures,
But they're so impractical,
We've even tried to tell her
That they don't really exist,
And that their costs are too substantial.

To keep her protests quiet,
We made her a promise of a dog,
Then she told us to anger us to hell:
She only really wanted a dog, and now
We had promised her, the little sprog.