Floss the Red Snapdragon

This poem is written along the same lines as Puff the Magic Dragon

GLOSS, THE RED SNAPDRAGON
March 17, 2009


Gloss, the red snap dragon,
grew by the dam
and blossomed in the Queensland sun
in a land called Alakazam.

Artist, Dauber Palette,
adored that flower, Gloss,
and painted her for hours
on a throne of golden moss.

Together they’d brave windstorms
through the sunshine or the rain.
Rabbits hopped off Dauber’s brush
and scampered down the lane.

She tamed dragons on her canvas,
bush gremlins ran away.
Nightmares vanished, demons fled,
when Dauber came to play

Then one day it happened;
a thief climbed over the hill.
Dauber tried to stop him
with her brushes and her will.

She fought but lost the battle.
Gloss was pulled and whisked away.
Rain clouds formed and thunder rolled
to mourn the tragic day.

Without her treasured subject,
Dauber’s heart was in deep pain.
With every breath she learned that
life would never be the same.