I've got to start writing these blog posts in like Word or something from now on. Its like every time I start writing something, I totally lose it one way or another. I tried to backspace just now, and instead of getting rid of letters, I went back a page. Isn't there a firefox plug-in for that? Helps you recover your lost stuff? I should probably look into it.

Anyway, let me tell you right off the bat that this poem is pretty silly, but I really love it. I plan on illustrating it sometime. I even think it would make an awesome children's book. But we'll get to that another time.

I got the first six lines of it while I was right on the edge of sleep, and I debated a bit on whether I should get up and write them down. Eventually, I decided to do just that, and I'm really happy that I did. Writing it was so easy. It just flowed super well.


(As yet untitled)

"Jackson," said Clark, "You can't really mean it."
"But Clark," replied Jackson, "You haven't seen it."

"Good fellow," said he, "Pray, how could this be?"
"Jackson replied, "Between you and me,

It was greenish and yellow and sat by the pond,
And flossed its front teeth with a greenery frond."

Clark listened on with the greatest of care,
trying to see it as if he were there.

For Jackson was clever and not know to fib
and he had known Jackson from time in the crib.

The good man had paused to gather his thoughts,
then said, "Yes, I do believe it had spots."

"Down by the water, it sat unassuming
then all of a sudden, it came at me, looming.

The creature had eyes the size of a basket
What did it want? I sure didn't ask it.

I made my way straight to this great oak tree,
where now I stand trying to get you to see."

"I just don't know, Jackson," said Clark to his friend
"Though I try to believe you, my mind just won't bend."

"Clark," answered Jackson, "there is little time.
Either come with me now or climb up that pine.

The creature is coming, you really can't stay.
Grab up your papers and come straight away!"

Just as he finished, there was a great roar
echoing fiercly across the lake's shore.

Then suddenly came a most frightening sight,
a scaly green dragon flying at them with might.

It flew with such furry, such raw untamed power,
and quite before long it was making them cower.

The two men were too late to get up and run.
"Oh father," cried Jackson, "there goes your first son!"

"Quiet," croaked Clark, "Mayhap it won't see us.
If we don't move, perhaps it won't eat us."

So both of them stood almost perfectly still
hoping to look like just rocks on the hill.

But the dragon kept coming, flapping its wings
and blowing out deadly, blackened smoke rings.

It landed before them and made the earth shudder,
and despite his best efforts, Clark let out a mutter.

He held bated breath as it slithered near,
its sharp, shiny teeth made perfectly clear.

The tension grew thicker and Clark couldn't take it.
He wondered if he was going to make it.

All of a sudden, it cleared its great throat.
"Pardon me, fellows; where is South Moat?"

I looked for it all of today and last night,
and stopped by that pond to get a quick bite.

I was wondering why your friend up and ran.
I thought he looked like such a qualified man."

And here the beast puffed and made his chest swell,
"But if you're afraid to answer me, well,

I guess I'll just have to find someone who's bold."
And with that the dragon left them standing there cold.

They looked at each other, quite numb from the scene.
"Jackson," said Clark, "We must seem quite mean.

You know what they say about judging a book.
That sounds like advice that we should have took."