OK quickly to the prompt...use these ten words in a story/poem.
dragon
friar
binge
false teeth
king
concrete
whiskey
vegetable
flesh
alarm
The friar looked on with alarm as the king continued his binge on Scotch and the slow roasted flesh of a dragon. “That’s not a balanced meal.”
“The roast is the first I’ve had since I got my false teeth. Before that, everything tasted like concrete. And whiskey is a vegetable.”






















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At the moment I'm sipping B&B (Benedictine & Brandy). My favorite cognac. Lately right shin leg pain has made getting to sleep a bit difficult, but I'd say 5 shots of this stuff and I'm ready for the dreamland rodeo.
a new year Dragon
with false teeth and whiskey breath
ask me if I know the road to his home.
I know one home less than I should have known.
We devour some vegetable flesh doused in oyster soy
wrapped in the earthen skin of a friar,
our legs dangling off the concrete end of the concretes
thinking we are the official kings
Hee hee! Well and succinctly told.
That’s not a balanced meal <-- reminds me of my favorite joke. Guy goes to the doc with a carrot in one ear, a chunk of steak in the other, and two peas up his nose. "Doc," he says, "I don't feel so good." The doctor answers, "Well, you're not eating right."
;-)