7/04/08 - Keeping Up With The Joneses

You supposed your dragon was
important, worthy of first class?
Proud…that he may be; pert
with cutes eyes blinking. Alas,
important? No, surely, no.
He’s tiny! No bigger than a pistachio
that’s fallen to the ground,
sitting amongst a debris of leaves,
waiting to shoot out white
leg of root and green arm of
will-be-trunk-one-day that's bound
to be thick and weighty.

Oh, I see…
he’s also waiting to grow,
expecting us to feed and water him. Yes,
I hear his pride growling from inside; a
bubbling, milling around his stomach
juices in anticipation of being able to fly.
You supposed he could do that
when you sent for him from the internet?
But eBay can’t sell fully-grown,
thirty feet long dragons.
How would the postman
deliver to your home?

So, the guide says this
pistachio-green, nut-sized,
wannabe fire-breathing beasty
will only take five months
to reach full height.

Do you think the neighbours
will put up a fight
if we extend the garage?
Shouldn’t think so, either.
After all, their plesiosaur
pool is rather large.