PEACOCK PARADE
Sloppy sweet saccharine
sighs slip softly
from lading lounging languidly
along Lembas’ longest lane.
Knights nod knowingly
with nonchalance,
while horses hoove and hie
their haughty highness
Plumeria petals plummet from
perched parade-watchers,
as wily warriors wend westward
to wage and win a war.
DRAGON BARDS
Dragons have no sense of time
when they sits on their horde
and singing funny rhymes...
...that is to say...
That they have no brevity
in their levity
and finally...
GREGORY GRYFFON
His beak so strong,
his claws so sharp,
his wings spread wide and sure.
His glassy gold eyes
are windows to see
his heart so noble and pure.
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