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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