He loves the chocolate and jelly beans
and the yellow and purple displays

But the thing that he loves the most
The thing that he really craves

Is the wonderful scrumptious meal
Of deviled eggs and Bunny hollandaise.

Draco best beware of Easter
though it's the "best of holidays."

All those chocolates, jelly beans
will mess his mind up in a haze.

You see...

Some "Thing" else loves Draco more,
something else will win "Its" praise:

musing on a sandwich snack..
a DLT with mayonnaise!

Ever...Limn

[This message was edited by Limn on 03-27-02 at 04:08 PM.]

I always love it when you do a dragon poem because it always inspires poems in reply to your own. I would take that as a great compliment.
I wondered where all those bunnies sold at Easter time went. Now I may have a clue.

Thanks,

I can trace my lineage back to King Lear's fool, so it is genetic.
Nick

Geez! So much animal cruelty!

But, I must say, very well-written, not to mention very thought-provoking.

-Hellsangel

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"Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself again."
Tori Amos

Draco has always loved Easter,
but he should heed Limn's advice.
Bunnies love all compliments except,
"Wowzers, you taste nice."
I hear they've consulted "The Thing"
And asked him what to do.
"What will happen to Santa Claus
when Draco opts to love Christmas, too!"
The Thing was quite shocked
by what they had to say
And he's eagerly awaiting
a dragon holiday!

Draco wouldn't eat a real one - the fur is too flammable! (talk about heart burn!)

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If you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

We shall not cease from exploration. and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time T.S. Eliot

Your poem failed to mention the Bunny who thwarted Draco's aspirations one Easter. I'm sure it was merely an oversight on your part.....

Bunny the Good had lived a a full life and at 4yo, he was considered something of a legend in the Aire Valley, for most bunnies were too inexperienced and adventuresome to dodge death for very long. If it wasn't a raptor diving down upon some hapless bunny, then it was Draco the Bad (for that was his title in bunnydom) shaking bushes and popping a fresh bunny down his gullet, much as hoomans like to pluck blackberries as an in-between snack.

About Easter time one year, Draco was shaking bushes, looking to assuage his hearty appetite with a few bun-buns to tide him over before supper. When all of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, Draco the Bad noticed one thorn bush bouncing up and down. But there was no wind. Nor had Draco shaken this bush because the thorns would have pierced his leathery paw. "I see a bunny in that thorn bush!" Draco announced loudly, hoping to disconcert whoever might be hiding into revealing himself.

Sure enough, out from under the thorn bush popped..... Bunny the Good! Just as Draco, salivating, made a swift move to grasp this fresh bun-bun, Bunny the Good held a particularly long and sharp thorn above his head. Draco, being slightly near-sighted as most dragons are, didn't see this wily maneuver of his prey, so he slammed his paw down only to jump as the thorn impaled the heart of his claw. In less than a second, the cottontail scampered back under the thorn bush.

Now dragons have an incredible ego that is directly affected by the dictates of their stomach. They can't stand impertinent rabbits refusing to be bun-buns anymore than they can good-humoredly tolerate mahogany-haired Airedales refusing to be dinner. Draco the Bad wanted to incinerate the thorn bush and its occupant, but he was smart enough to realize that charred bun-buns aren't good for anything other than controlling gas.

So he began jumping up and down as hard and fast as he could, his portly girth bouncing like a bowl of green gelatin. Bunny the Good thought an earthquake had commenced as the ground split and flying bits of rock and branches hurtled about him. He decided he'd rather die trying to escape an earthquake as to passively fall into a fissure without a fight. So he flattened his ears and zipped out from beneath the thorn bush ........ catapulting straight into Draco the Bad's rear foot. I don't know who was more surpised: Draco the Bad or Bunny the Good. They each stared a full second into each other's eyes before the cottontail shouted, "You big bully, move it before I really lose my temper."

Draco the Bad couldn't decide whether to feel insulted or to start laughing at such a preposterous challenge. Bunny the Good's ridiculous threat so tickled Draco that though he tried to stifle a giggle he was unsuccessful and instead burst into peals of draconian laughter. By the time Draco the Bad had wiped the tears from his eyes, Bunny the Good was long gone.

All Bunny the Good's descendents up to his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great (he was a fecund rabbit) grand-bunnies loved to hear him retell his famous escape every Easter. Mrs. Bunny the Good liked to smile across the hearth at her husband as he told his spell-binding story, and she would murmur indulgently, "My Bunny Good Bun's in a sentimental mood."

ScheAIREazade

"And in the end, after the pruning, both the fruit of the vine and 'fruits' of the heart become fine wine." \Doug/

FDS (Friends of Dragons Society)

Mrs. Bunny the Good liked to smile across the hearth at her husband as he told his spell-binding story, and she would murmur indulgently, "My Bunny Good Bun's in a sentimental mood."

Benny Goodman's IASM sampler

ScheAIREazade

"And in the end, after the pruning, both the fruit of the vine and 'fruits' of the heart become fine wine." \Doug/

Draco the Dragon, the Serpent of Wing.
Carnivorous cravings; fears not any Thing.
He'll roast it, he'll toast it, and lay it to waste;
then he'll baste it, and pepper and salt it to taste.

To the world you may be but one person.
But to one person, you may be the world.

Harv

No thing I do don't do no thing but bring me
More to do,
It's true, I do imbue my blue unto myself,
I make it bitter

On The Bound-Fiona Apple

Well, Well, this fire was more funner then proper grammer anyway

Nelly Furtado- Well, Well

Y-A-W-N.

ScheAIREazade

"And in the end, after the pruning, both the fruit of the vine and 'fruits' of the heart become fine wine." \Doug/

"Bunny the Good, if only he could
Would run away fast as he can,
Too late, is my hunch - 'cuz now he's my lunch
And I didn't have need of a pan!" Stop!

Film at 11.

Ron
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CHAOS, MAYHEM, PANIC IN THE STREETS! - My work here is done.

BBS [Bunny Broadcasting Station] has reported no such event. In fact, their newswires are as "exciting" as where the best dandelions are to be found this time of year. The murder of such an august rabbit as Bunny the Good would be headliner news for sure.

Airedale

"And in the end, after the pruning, both the fruit of the vine and 'fruits' of the heart become fine wine." \Doug/

...found in a basement office of the BBS among others marked the "B-Files"

We shall not cease from exploration. and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time T.S. Eliot

[This message was edited by Grneyes3737 on 04-13-02 at 12:49 PM.]