Hot Dog Dragon

 
Every dragon 'round these parts 
	breathes a breath of flame. 
But I can't even blow a spark 
	which brings me grief and shame. 
The other dragons often tease. 
	They jeer and sneer and shout 
'cause every time I take a breath 
	I'm breathing hot dogs out. 
Hot dogs when I blow my nose. 
	Hot dogs when I snore. 
Hot dogs when I go achoo. 
	Hot dogs when I roar. 
I lived a life of misery, agony, and woe, 
	until I met a girl dragon.  
	Our friendship seemed to grow. 
I said to her one starry night, 
	"I love you dear the most." 
We sighed a gentle sigh together 
	and had a hot dog roast. 

 
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