Loaded all the way,
I devoured my fifth hot dog.
Then off to woods to play.
Soon thereafter I paused for a nap.
Into the night I dozed.
Till awakened by a dragons tap.
Not knowing what to do.
Into my pocket I reached.
I then found a tums, then two!
I hurriedly hurled them at the beast.
They landed squarely in their mouth.
The dragon thought they a tasty feast.
Swallowed far, fizzling as it they go,
twas the taste of pure magic.
A feeling a dragon doesn’t know.
The Beast soon burped a thunder.
Yet flames failed to spew.
The creature thought what a wonder.
Seems a dragon’s fire’s easily explained,
tis simply a diet gone awry.
And with it their agony ingrained.
Best of friends we both now be.
So if you should see a dragon.
Remember – nothing spicy!