"Guard Dragons In My Garden" by John Kaniecki

I am certainly having a fine day today. I am in a good mood trying to promote my writing. It has been a task that I have been working on four for years. I am still far from reaching the goal of my art meeting my financial needs. In fact, I truly need a ‘miracle’ to make my goal.

Perhaps I will be an overnight success thirty years in the making. One thing I did to promote my writings was to write poems for people on Facebook. Whenever I became friends or on a birthday I offered to write a personal poem. I hoped in turn that they would buy my book, but I never pressured anybody. The topic of the poem was up to the person. As a result, I wrote a lot of unique poems on subjects I would have never touched. ‘Guard Dragons In My Garden’ was one of them. I hope you enjoy the poem and that you will consider purchasing one of my books. If you too would like a personal poem please get in contact with me. 

Guard Dragons In My Garden

By John Kaniecki

Guard Dragons in my garden

I beg your pardon?

What are you growing that you need,

Guard Dragons in your garden

A whole host of weed?

Or perhaps something stranger indeed?

Maybe because

Despite the appropriate laws

In that fenced in acre and a half

Behind your home

You have the rarest gnome

The one that can always make you laugh

You know the tiny imp colored green

The one wearing shades at every scene

Whether twilight or midnight

And pray tell what do your dragons eat?

Delicious licorice?

Or perhaps something more sinisterly sweet?

Lake a damsel in distress

Wearing a pink cotton candy dress

Oh I can guess

Why there are Guard Dragons in your garden

In the morning I hear them roar

In the evening I hear them snore

To them life must be one great bore

For all the champions of the sword

Have joined together in one accord

To flagrantly ignore

Your Guard Dragons in the garden

These knights their hearts did harden

And they have forsaken all nobility

And chivalry

And function simply as roughnecks

Having lost all the ladies respect

Except those seeking a cheap thrill

But alas such a lass

Always will

Sell out cheap and lose no sleep

But my mind ponders and wonders

What happened to the heroes of the downtrodden?

Despite being highly paid

They are all afraid

Of Guard Dragons in the garden

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