It’s a Drag to Be a Dragon

It's a Drag to Be a Dragon by Kenn Nesbitt

It’s a drag to be a dragon
owing mostly to my size,
my blazing breath, humongous wings,
and wicked, glowing eyes.
I don’t get many hugs because
of rough and rocky scales,
and no one cares for creatures
who have sharp and spiky tails.

Nobody wants to play with me.
I’m terrible at games.
At hide-and-seek, for instance,
they can find me by the flames.
I get kicked out of coffee shops
since smoking’s not allowed.
They boot me out of ball games too,
where I might squash the crowd.

I can’t go to amusement parks;
I don’t fit on the rides.
They throw me out of playgrounds
when I melt the swings and slides.
I’ve never blown the candles out
on any birthday cake.
I tried to take a swim once,
but I vaporized the lake.

My life is not exciting;
I don’t ever get to play.
Instead, it’s dull and boring
and has always been this way.
I’m practically a thousand.
Many years have come and gone.
It’s a drag to be a dragon
as the days drag on and on.