A dog came knocking at my door
The dog who knocked had broke his paw
He looked at me through sorrowed eyes
He looked for me to shield his cries
As eagles soar above our heads
And I look there at my stinky friend
I realized that he had not caught the pox
In fact he stood there in his locks
From head to toe covered in slime
A greenish purple I call lime
He stood there sobbed about his tale
I stood there sobbed I could not read brail
We stood there sobbing for a while
Before I stopped and loudly howled
�My life�s as rosy as a peach
A peach I cried, that�s what I need
For I was hungrier than Sam Mc C.
Who was as fat as fat can be
He ate pickled pumpkins and cream pies
He even ate his mother�s eyes
So arrested he was, never seen again
I don�t think he was really my friend
As I walked inside I laughed a he
For he was a bully, they don�t succeed
I moseyed on inside my door
I moseyed on a little more
I thought about that smelly dog
Who sat at my door just like a log
Then I thought unlike I normally do
Get washed is what that dog should do
Ah yes, I thought, �It would stop him smelling
At the very least it would clean his belly
So I moseyed on inside
I though with such a crazy pride
�This thinking thing that I am doing did not deserve all of my booing
Because my friends, its sad to say
I had booed my heart away
I had booed the thinking game
I now found it such a shame
A thought that now drives me insane
A shame that I had not thought sooner
I wish I had I wish it so
I missed so much I did not know
But now I�m thinking loud and clear
With a big grin from ear to ear
I think that I shall read a book
About a dragon who�s great breath shook
Every nook and every cranny
It was as ferocious as my granny
It had wild and wonderful color schemes
It was a lovely shade of green
With some pink and purple feathers
This dragon was in fashion heaven
Fashion heaven however pleasant, is indeed an actual heaven
And as sad as it may seem, the dragon was killed in a dream
And then again in real life, by a boy one tenth his height
You would know him from the sward in the stone
King Arthur who was ten years old
This will teach you boys and girls about the dangerous fashion world
One day the dragon was atop of the chain
The next no one even remembered his name
He was, with all his lovely feathers a creature with unlimited talent
But even so, the dragon found, with his talent soaring of the ground
He had his 15 minutes of fame and then pushed aside he felt ashamed
But then he thought, as thinkers do that thinking just may pull him through
And so with thinking he now sits in fashion heaven drinking beers
The dragon who was never named sits up there drinking in shame
For fifteen minuteshe was a star
That was his best fifteen minutes by far
What can be learnt from this wonderful tale
That it�s a shame I did not learn brail?
Or that dog, which is covered in slime
That greenish purple I call lime
Or the dragon who did get sleighed
After his fifteen minutes of fame
He is up in fashion heaven drinking himself under the table
He is sad that its all over
Sad his scales no longer feel robust
No I cry, never defeated
He missed the bloody point completely
For my friends, its not the end that�s most important as you descend
Its all about the what and the how, the who and the when that matters now
What matters least of all you see is that the dog's now somewhat green
Its about as you�ll agree, HOW the dog got somewhat green
A greenish purple that is all slime
That greenish purple I call lime
Nobody will remember when I am good and mighty dead
That my brail technique is somewhat dim while some say it does not exist
That absolutely matters not
Because right now I think a lot
About the dragon who is looking down, from fashion heaven like a clown
He drinks all day and is very bitter why he only got fifteen minutes
A dog came knocking at my door
The dog who knocked had broke his paw
He looked at me through sorrowed eyes
He looked at me to shield his cries

© Anthony Hawkins