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The Tale of Custard The Dragon (#Part1)

        THE TALE OF CUSTARD THE DRAGON 
(#PART 1)

Belinda lived in a little white house
With a little black kitten and a little grey mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink, 
And the little grey mouse, she called him Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard.


But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, 
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath.
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, 
And realio, trulio daggers on his toes. 
Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears, 
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage, 
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,


They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.
Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Wreck! which is giggling for a mouse, 
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age, 
when Custard cried for a nice safe cage. 
Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Miaow! cried Ink, and ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.
Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.
............to be continued......... #part2

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