| The Lady and the Dragon |
| June Cleaver with a plastic smile. A dragon at her feet. Her apron cinched so tightly, she has nowhere to go. The dragon lurks around the door. Her escape attempts will prove in vain. The apron strings are wound too tight, And the dragon is closing the door. And the dragon is closing the wallet. And the dragon she married is closing her life, 'Til he one day closes her eyes. He takes her life into his hands for the smallest of infractions. His angry fist can penetrate, and bruise her to the soul. The dragon had seemed exciting, And fantasies danced in her young mind Of making him a man to love Each bruise a harsh reminder The fantasy is over The reality remains She married a dragon. |