A
TRUE STORY
No one knows that the man
Who can’t stop clapping
Is originally a dragon
He can take any shape he wishes
And can turn anyone into anything
Let me tell you, don’t tell anyone
He is immortal too
So if you come across
A Greek god or goddess
Drinking ambrosia
From a cup with orange flowers painted on it
Or a sly crocodile eyeing
At an old liquor bottle
Be level headed
He might change his color
Becoming the black swan
And turn you into Leda
I shudder to think of the outcome
If you ever see a bluesman
Playing the saxophone
With two children
Hansel & Gretel like
Be aware
They are originally
The dragon’s black cat
And dog with yellow teeth
You get me who the bluesman is?
Even Superman is scared of him
Once the dragon made him
His housekeeper
He would roam about the lawn
Picking this and that into
A red wheelbarrow
And whine all the while
(In a voice that resembled
The first violinist’s composition
Even a metronomic beat was present)
And clean the dragon’s blue car
Or that huge old tractor
No one knows what’s that for
The dragon is not merciless though
Couldn’t he have made Superman
Into a bat, a raven
Or a chicken, or even worse
The Icequeen’s nutcracker?
He only made him a laborer
The Superman sighed and thought
Even being that fatty Obelix
Would have been so much better
He could own his quarry
And chisel menhirs himself
Now look at him……ugh
He wanted to become lost forever
Like the needle in the haystack
One day he was free
Don’t ask me I don’t know how
I last saw him on the screen
On a broken seat in a spaceship
Disappearing into the unfamiliar sky
Of some planets may be Neptune….
Posted for Claudia’s prompt @ d’Verse Poetics
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