Precocious Spell Casting , by Andrew_Rymill Subscribe to rss feed for Andrew_Rymill

This
is just to say
I conjured accidentally
a dragon in the refrigerator.

It ate
the baby sitter
when she
opened the door
expecting a snack
and not
in becoming one.


Forgive me
by now
I am assured
by referencing
the diagrams
from the  refrigerator’s
user manual
that the dragon’s breath
must
be so 
very cool. 
Posted: 2015-05-06 19:19:13 UTC

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