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Like a bird without wings

Or a dog with no bark

Life's tough for a dragon

Without a spark


While others breathe fire

With maddening ease

Poor Russell's best shot

Is a sad little wheeze


You see, this odd-one-out

Is a breather of ice

And his being unusual

Comes at a price


He watches his sisters

Puff great plumes of flame

And hangs his malfunctioning

Head in shame


How he longs to take part

When they go out to raze

Hamlets, castles and huts

And set buildings ablaze


He tried to be like them

Back when he was young

Using petrol and matches

But just burned his tongue


He's just not like the others

And never will be

So who then, thought Russell

to himself, was he?


Could he join with the birds

Since he knew how to fly?

Or live with the lizards

And give up the sky?


Or should he be something

Entirely new?

Now there was a thought -

but what could he do?


Then he dreamed up a notion

That scared him a lot

But it was by far

The best answer he'd got


When his pyro-mad peers

Lit fires all about

This frosty-breathed fellow

Would put the fires out


Although he would surely

Be cast from his kin

The humans he saved

Would no doubt take him in


Among them, he'd live

As a hero of sorts

Although not much alike

He hoped they'd be good sports


So he packed up his things

And set course for a cave

From whence he could watch out

For people to save


Soon the day came

That his help was required

A quaint little village

Had been set on fire


He huffed and he puffed

And he soon quenched the flames

Then awaited the gratitude

Glory and fame


But none was forthcoming

In fact, he was shocked

To be dodging their arrows

And insults and rocks!


He'd never imagined

They'd bear such a grudge

When it came to dragons

They just wouldn't budge


No matter his efforts

To clear his bad name

They insisted that dragons

Were all the same


Poor Russell, dejected

Spent six months in bed

Then made a life building

Ice sculptures instead


While some beasts lit fires

And others were fried

This ice-breathing dragon

Was self-satisfied

Having learned that you couldn't

Please anyone else

All you could do

Was be yourself

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Russell The Dragon
Metaphorest Released Jun 19, 2014
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