Dragon Tears

DRAGON TEARS

Once was told of an innocent
Who dared to trifle with cupid.
Her heart was open, her head was empty
and all her motives - stupid.

That deformed, ignoble dwarf
noticed by the innocent did stroll,
and aimed his arrows grinning
at a hideous, malodorous troll.

The arrows struck, the spell was cast,
the mismatched pair bewitched.
T'was the bizarrest couple ever wed
and two damned futures fixed.

The innocent was vexed to find herself hexed;
the years grew unrelenting.
The troll would complain and criticize
and the innocent began resenting.

The innocent, no more was she
went to the wise old sage.
Said "This troll's a twit, he's gotta get
before I start to rage!"

The wise old sage was full of age
and knew where this was going.
Said to the no-more innocent:
"Pain comes when a person's growing."

The innocent, no more was she
was furious at his demeanor,
demanded to have her money back
and flipped the sage her finger.

"I'll go to the sage's wife," she thought
"She'll know just what to do.
She was Cupid's victim once,
and got a Bozo, too."

The sage's wife, herself knowing strife
been married forty years,
didn't ask, just offered a flask
the label read 'Dragon Tears.'

"A few drops in the morning, honey,
a few drops late at night.
Before the end of the month you'll find
that troll will see the light."

Sure enough, the tears did work
The troll a change did make.
He washed the windows and scrubbed the tub,
and mopped, and cleaned and baked.

After many years the innocent-no-more
one day had the chance to ask
the sage's wife about the dragon tears
and just what was in the flask.

The sage's wife's eyes did twinkle
and then she began to grin.
"What else would make one work so hard
if not a little estrogen?"