Poetry Week, Day 5

[deckardcanine]

Sometimes I go crazy with these things:

One weekend at the Red Cross, a dragon did appear.
She came to donate blood, and so the staffers had no fear.
The first real sign of trouble came in asking for her weight:
She’d never gotten on a scale that’s meant for aircraft freight.

Dentition made her temperature a little hard to find.
They took her word that two-oh-six was normal for her kind.
Then came the hardest part of all: Her scales were much too thick.
It dawned on them that dragon blood might make a human sick.

They sadly told the dragon that she couldn’t be a donor.
She seemed to take the bad news well; at least it hadn’t thrown her.
To make the visit worth their time, she paid them all in gold.
They praised her generosity, and out the door she strolled.

Comments

[akktri.livejournal.com]

Dentition made her temperature a little hard to find.
They took her word that two-oh-six was normal for her kind.
Then came the hardest part of all: Her scales were much too thick.
The only place to draw her blood was somewhere on her dick.