Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

Champagne Dragons

Two bubbly dragons in my champagne
flipped their tails and tickled my nose.
I put my glass aside just then
to sneeze and missed the toast we made
to you, although I saved my clothes.
The dragons, unconcerned and rude,
went on swimming in my glass
as though it were their private pool.
Our company was undismayed
that I had sneezed and let it pass.
I raised my glass and turned to tell
the reason I missed your toast.  You saw
the dragons flash a champagne smile,
salute you, and effervesce away.

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