Dragon and Weasel
May 3 of 2008
100 words drabble by AliNavgo
Little cunning Ginny's
running down stairs.
What's she waiting for?
What's she looking for?
What's she aiming at?
There's something naughty on her mind
while she trembles in desire.
No matter how hard she tries,
she just won't calm down.
What's wrong with you, little redhead?
What's it?
What are you looking for so desperately?
Would you tell me
if I stay quiet and follow your steps?
Poor of her, she can't find it,
what she desires…
poor me,
she can't look at me instead.
So the dragon dies inside,
waiting for the weasel
to look at him just once.