The Fires
of Heck
Ants
swarm the cake dish;,
it’s the queen’s birthday:
nothing too good,
no risk too great.
The
papier-mache dragon,
on guard from the mantle
belches wood pulp,
which they ignore.
Dragon
dreams a fairy, blue,
wants real flesh,
and a prehensile tongue,
teach the vermin a lesson,
and then take flight.
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