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My shelter from the storm.
It looks like snow.... Fortunately Draggy has a Dear Friend who had the insight to come Properly Prepared for such an occasion!
This piece has a lot of personal meaning to it....and I am so Very Grateful to my Friend!
This is a Gift Art from my Very Dear Friend
JWDream
They are a Truly Great Artist and Deserve Far more Watcher's and Commissions than they currently have. Please Do give them a Look and a Watch....and maybe even a Nice commission while you're there?
All Art, Design and Noir belong to the Extremely skilled JWDream
Dargon belongs to me.
Dargon1
This piece has a lot of personal meaning to it....and I am so Very Grateful to my Friend!
This is a Gift Art from my Very Dear Friend
JWDreamThey are a Truly Great Artist and Deserve Far more Watcher's and Commissions than they currently have. Please Do give them a Look and a Watch....and maybe even a Nice commission while you're there?
All Art, Design and Noir belong to the Extremely skilled
JWDreamDargon belongs to me.
Dargon1
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 246.3 kB
Dawwww......Thank you! *Hugs Tightly*
Yes, sometimes I forget and require a little reminding of those who Truly care and Love this silly old Derg...
It's so heart warming when surprised in such a way.....and then I cannot help but to wonder what I've ever done to deserve such kindness for I don't feel Worthy.
I am Truly Blessed and Thankful to know and have Such Incredible Friends like her, you and all of the True Friends I have found here who keep me Going and are always there even in my Darkest of Hours. Such love is So Very Rare to find these day's.
Yes, sometimes I forget and require a little reminding of those who Truly care and Love this silly old Derg...
It's so heart warming when surprised in such a way.....and then I cannot help but to wonder what I've ever done to deserve such kindness for I don't feel Worthy.
I am Truly Blessed and Thankful to know and have Such Incredible Friends like her, you and all of the True Friends I have found here who keep me Going and are always there even in my Darkest of Hours. Such love is So Very Rare to find these day's.
See here now a dragon that's running 'round nude,
Their red fuzz gone, leaving them bare,
It was not an intention to be rude, crude or lewd,
That has left the poor creature so utterly bare.
Their fur coat you see, that once fit them so snug,
Was placed in a wash with regular clothes.
Now there's not enough left to make a throw rug,
It's shrank away so completely, oh noes!
Now the snow is a-swirling, no cat-hat's enough,
To warm what's now pink and not red.
So what's to be done for the drag 'n the buff?
Perhaps a woolen sweater instead?
But think of the sheep needed, a whole flock I'd say!
The fleeces of lamb, ram and ewe.
A busload of grandmas all knitting all day,
For a month before they were through!
A blanket perhaps, a soft eiderdown,
But think of the feathers, both chicken and goose,
Are there enough birds just hanging around?
At the first pluck you know they'd vamoose.
To grow a new coat would take until spring!
Though he tried growing as fast as he can.
And by then he'd be frozen right through, that's the thing,
A snap frozen dragon's a flaw in that plan.
The solution is simple, oh can't you all see?
The location is wrong, he shouldn't be here!
Just drag ol' draggy to Washington D.C.,
And keep him toasty with all the hot air!
Their red fuzz gone, leaving them bare,
It was not an intention to be rude, crude or lewd,
That has left the poor creature so utterly bare.
Their fur coat you see, that once fit them so snug,
Was placed in a wash with regular clothes.
Now there's not enough left to make a throw rug,
It's shrank away so completely, oh noes!
Now the snow is a-swirling, no cat-hat's enough,
To warm what's now pink and not red.
So what's to be done for the drag 'n the buff?
Perhaps a woolen sweater instead?
But think of the sheep needed, a whole flock I'd say!
The fleeces of lamb, ram and ewe.
A busload of grandmas all knitting all day,
For a month before they were through!
A blanket perhaps, a soft eiderdown,
But think of the feathers, both chicken and goose,
Are there enough birds just hanging around?
At the first pluck you know they'd vamoose.
To grow a new coat would take until spring!
Though he tried growing as fast as he can.
And by then he'd be frozen right through, that's the thing,
A snap frozen dragon's a flaw in that plan.
The solution is simple, oh can't you all see?
The location is wrong, he shouldn't be here!
Just drag ol' draggy to Washington D.C.,
And keep him toasty with all the hot air!
Now...
Here's a drag who's in the dark, as dark as it can be,
The mid of night, bereft of light, oh how can draggy see?
He can't of course, in a hoard cave it isn't really strange,
But what he needs is christmas lights for a touch of bright'ning change!
(Now I contrive to be a bird that hatches wacky plots!
I stole the Macy's parade lighting so now I've lots and lots!
Suffused with helium you see, so soon they'll quickly rise,
No need to hang the pesky things as they light up your eyes!)
Blinking here and twinkling there, as far as you can see,
Sparkle up and sparkle down and sparkle the draggy!
Deck the halls and jingle the bells, isn't christmas grand?
Let the power sucking sparklers shine across the land!
The cops tell me a half mile tree is quite against the law,
Away you go! And let it snow, and add a few feet more!
Tinsel glitters, tinsel gleams, a glorious display,
Dragon get some sunglasses as well all shout 'Hooray!'
Here's a drag who's in the dark, as dark as it can be,
The mid of night, bereft of light, oh how can draggy see?
He can't of course, in a hoard cave it isn't really strange,
But what he needs is christmas lights for a touch of bright'ning change!
(Now I contrive to be a bird that hatches wacky plots!
I stole the Macy's parade lighting so now I've lots and lots!
Suffused with helium you see, so soon they'll quickly rise,
No need to hang the pesky things as they light up your eyes!)
Blinking here and twinkling there, as far as you can see,
Sparkle up and sparkle down and sparkle the draggy!
Deck the halls and jingle the bells, isn't christmas grand?
Let the power sucking sparklers shine across the land!
The cops tell me a half mile tree is quite against the law,
Away you go! And let it snow, and add a few feet more!
Tinsel glitters, tinsel gleams, a glorious display,
Dragon get some sunglasses as well all shout 'Hooray!'
Wow! What a Beautiful poem and all for me...how can this simple draggy be So Lucky?
With a Great Friend like you to Lighten my day, the gloom seldom stays and is most always Scared away!
You have a Great many skills, this you have shown. I simply cannot help but admire these word's you have thrown.
You are Truly a great friend indeed, and a Truly Greater friend when in need!
I Honestly don't know how to thank you enough, the thought of such a small Bird with such a Great Trust....to befriend a large and fierce creature such as myself, and to understand I could never hurt you, only put you on a shelf.
A shelf so high that the World would have to see the most Beautiful Bird who has befriended me.
Such a Beautiful Heart you possess, I only wish that I could pass that test. For a True Friend you will always be, always and always you will be to me.
No, my rhymes are Garbage my poems junk, the words ring True because you Truly mean a Lot! *Hugs*
With a Great Friend like you to Lighten my day, the gloom seldom stays and is most always Scared away!
You have a Great many skills, this you have shown. I simply cannot help but admire these word's you have thrown.
You are Truly a great friend indeed, and a Truly Greater friend when in need!
I Honestly don't know how to thank you enough, the thought of such a small Bird with such a Great Trust....to befriend a large and fierce creature such as myself, and to understand I could never hurt you, only put you on a shelf.
A shelf so high that the World would have to see the most Beautiful Bird who has befriended me.
Such a Beautiful Heart you possess, I only wish that I could pass that test. For a True Friend you will always be, always and always you will be to me.
No, my rhymes are Garbage my poems junk, the words ring True because you Truly mean a Lot! *Hugs*
Deep in the past, in centuries of old,
There lived the spell dragons, pow'rful and bold!
They built their castles atop each mountain peak,
And cast their spells in the words they did speak.
Those reptiles so ancient we no longer see,
For they lost the war 'gainst man's sorcery.
The battles were marvels, their great war was long,
But no more will the world see the spellcasting dragon.
But! One did survive, oh so deep in his cave,
Not flaunting his magic, his life he did save.
I know of this wyvern, an honor to friend,
But why did he alone live and not end?
"Because I can't spell!" the draggy had said,
But that confused me, I scratched at my head.
"But I've seen you cast, shout, yell and sing!
While magical fires a-burst from your wing!"
His tail did droop, he did hang his head,
"You don't understand all the things I just said.
The heart of the spell is the written word,
And I cannot SPELL so my spells turn absurd!"
"I wanted to put you up high on a shelf,
And that is why you are now perched on an elf.
I wanted to show you to all of the world,
That's why over every country you whirled."
"I wanted to give you a gift, make you fly,
And helium filled you ended up in the sky!
A dessert I wanted, of chocolate icecream,
A dessert you got, without river or stream."
"My rhymes are Garbage my poems are junk!"
"Oh don't say that draggy, you know that that's bunk!
The words are within you, if rightly inspired,
Any dragon can poem once interest is fired!"
"Start from the bottom and work your way up,
Half fill then hole fill that proverbial cup!
We can start with the basics, the simplest rule,
Once you learn that then you'll be no-one's fool!"
"So learn I before e,
Well.. except after c,
Or when it sounds like 'a',
Like in 'neighbor' or 'weigh'."
"Or the 'c' is an 'ssss' like in the word 'glacier'
That's the only exceptions! Well.... er...
Also if sounding an 'eee' like in 'sieze'.
But aside from that the rule is a breeze!"
"Just keep a-trying and you're sure to win!
And then the real spelling fun can begin!
But... just a request, between you and me,
Can you not cast any spells that use KFC?'"
There lived the spell dragons, pow'rful and bold!
They built their castles atop each mountain peak,
And cast their spells in the words they did speak.
Those reptiles so ancient we no longer see,
For they lost the war 'gainst man's sorcery.
The battles were marvels, their great war was long,
But no more will the world see the spellcasting dragon.
But! One did survive, oh so deep in his cave,
Not flaunting his magic, his life he did save.
I know of this wyvern, an honor to friend,
But why did he alone live and not end?
"Because I can't spell!" the draggy had said,
But that confused me, I scratched at my head.
"But I've seen you cast, shout, yell and sing!
While magical fires a-burst from your wing!"
His tail did droop, he did hang his head,
"You don't understand all the things I just said.
The heart of the spell is the written word,
And I cannot SPELL so my spells turn absurd!"
"I wanted to put you up high on a shelf,
And that is why you are now perched on an elf.
I wanted to show you to all of the world,
That's why over every country you whirled."
"I wanted to give you a gift, make you fly,
And helium filled you ended up in the sky!
A dessert I wanted, of chocolate icecream,
A dessert you got, without river or stream."
"My rhymes are Garbage my poems are junk!"
"Oh don't say that draggy, you know that that's bunk!
The words are within you, if rightly inspired,
Any dragon can poem once interest is fired!"
"Start from the bottom and work your way up,
Half fill then hole fill that proverbial cup!
We can start with the basics, the simplest rule,
Once you learn that then you'll be no-one's fool!"
"So learn I before e,
Well.. except after c,
Or when it sounds like 'a',
Like in 'neighbor' or 'weigh'."
"Or the 'c' is an 'ssss' like in the word 'glacier'
That's the only exceptions! Well.... er...
Also if sounding an 'eee' like in 'sieze'.
But aside from that the rule is a breeze!"
"Just keep a-trying and you're sure to win!
And then the real spelling fun can begin!
But... just a request, between you and me,
Can you not cast any spells that use KFC?'"
You may or may not believe this, but I have not forgotten this passage. I have scratched my furry skull until raw and have yet to create a decent reply....so now i give up as I have done so before, less you think me a bore. It is so clear to me your words of Witt need not fear my simple words of Sh*t.
I have tried and tried, but nothing has come to this aching head...nothing that can match what you have put down.
I did not want for you to think I had forgotten for that Truly would have been most rotten. I read every word you write with Absolute wonder, indeed wonder as to why you don't write more. You have So much to share with the world, yet you keep it hidden from the light of day.
I have tried and tried, but nothing has come to this aching head...nothing that can match what you have put down.
I did not want for you to think I had forgotten for that Truly would have been most rotten. I read every word you write with Absolute wonder, indeed wonder as to why you don't write more. You have So much to share with the world, yet you keep it hidden from the light of day.
'Dull!' The dragon said,
'Your life is oh so dull!
'You stay inside your burrow house,
And cower like a frightened mouse.'
'Dull!' the dragon said,
'Your life is oh so dull!'
'You sit beneath the soil,
Unpublished poems all around,
How can you live your life,
If you keep it underground?'
'You never venture outdoors,
You always stay inside,
What kind of a life is that,
When all you do is hide?'
'Small!' is what I said,
'My life is oh so small.
A hawk could come and crush my skull,
I'm better of by being dull.'
Yes 'Small' is what I said,
'My life is oh so small.'
'Dead, dead, dead!
You spend your life in bed!
You hide away and shake with fear,
Lest the outside world draw near,
'Dead, dead, dead!
I'd rather live instead!'
'You never watch the sunset,
Just write about the light of day,
How can you live your life,
When you keep it locked away?'
'You'll become naught but a shadow,
Of what you could be,
If you don't put yourself
Where all the world can see!'
'Big, big, big!
A dragon's oh so big!
They are not hunted in the day,
No stoat will take their life away,
Big, big, big,
I do not trust the big!'
But over time I found it odd,
And so emerged from 'neath the sod.
But no sooner was my song a-heard,
When someone ate the kiwi bird.
YOLO what an utter crock,
Next incarnation I'll be a rock.
'Your life is oh so dull!
'You stay inside your burrow house,
And cower like a frightened mouse.'
'Dull!' the dragon said,
'Your life is oh so dull!'
'You sit beneath the soil,
Unpublished poems all around,
How can you live your life,
If you keep it underground?'
'You never venture outdoors,
You always stay inside,
What kind of a life is that,
When all you do is hide?'
'Small!' is what I said,
'My life is oh so small.
A hawk could come and crush my skull,
I'm better of by being dull.'
Yes 'Small' is what I said,
'My life is oh so small.'
'Dead, dead, dead!
You spend your life in bed!
You hide away and shake with fear,
Lest the outside world draw near,
'Dead, dead, dead!
I'd rather live instead!'
'You never watch the sunset,
Just write about the light of day,
How can you live your life,
When you keep it locked away?'
'You'll become naught but a shadow,
Of what you could be,
If you don't put yourself
Where all the world can see!'
'Big, big, big!
A dragon's oh so big!
They are not hunted in the day,
No stoat will take their life away,
Big, big, big,
I do not trust the big!'
But over time I found it odd,
And so emerged from 'neath the sod.
But no sooner was my song a-heard,
When someone ate the kiwi bird.
YOLO what an utter crock,
Next incarnation I'll be a rock.
The Beautiful Kiwi need not be that way, for the Red Dragon would Certainly protect thee.
She is so smart and worldly wise, she's been very successful in opening this Dragon's eye's.
Her modesty is something to be admired though sometimes it is not desired.
Her wisdom that is so great, she offers to me Freely and never does she Hesitate!
Her words of wisdom and witt always so strong and eloquent.
Such a blessed thing this Dragon has realized in having the grand pleasure of calling her his friend.
Though his words my never Fully Express the thanks and Beauty in life this little bird of wonder has shown him, still he tries with all his might. This Bird may rest assured that she has won this Dragon friend for he shall protect her to the Very End!
Her size matters not when the Crimson Menace is about, for what she lacks in size he more than makes up for with his thoughtful eyes.
His Firey breath will set ablaze all of the threats within her gaze.
The Yolo stands no chance when the Red Dragon exclaims "let's Dance."
So you see my Dear little friend, you'll have no fears if you only let me in. Though I may Big and Gruff, my furr is soft,almost like fluff. I will keep you warm on those nights so cold and set with you by the fire, if you're so bold.
Alas these word's they flow freely, but only because you've become a friend so dearly to this red dragons heart.
She is so smart and worldly wise, she's been very successful in opening this Dragon's eye's.
Her modesty is something to be admired though sometimes it is not desired.
Her wisdom that is so great, she offers to me Freely and never does she Hesitate!
Her words of wisdom and witt always so strong and eloquent.
Such a blessed thing this Dragon has realized in having the grand pleasure of calling her his friend.
Though his words my never Fully Express the thanks and Beauty in life this little bird of wonder has shown him, still he tries with all his might. This Bird may rest assured that she has won this Dragon friend for he shall protect her to the Very End!
Her size matters not when the Crimson Menace is about, for what she lacks in size he more than makes up for with his thoughtful eyes.
His Firey breath will set ablaze all of the threats within her gaze.
The Yolo stands no chance when the Red Dragon exclaims "let's Dance."
So you see my Dear little friend, you'll have no fears if you only let me in. Though I may Big and Gruff, my furr is soft,almost like fluff. I will keep you warm on those nights so cold and set with you by the fire, if you're so bold.
Alas these word's they flow freely, but only because you've become a friend so dearly to this red dragons heart.
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