The Meeting of Mr. Blight

I sat across from Mr. Blight,

Who grinned at me with all his might.

Then—WHOOSH! A swirl! A dreadful breeze

Slipped past his lips and made me wheeze.

It wasn’t wind, it wasn’t air,

It was dragon breath trapped in his chair!

It blew out hats, it roasted a pen,

I wished I had a gas mask then!

“Please pass the notes,” he cheerily said,

While I imagined hiding under the bed.

I waved my arms, I spun around,

I thought I’d floated off the ground!

At last the meeting ended, I raced outside,

My nose still twitching, my eyes opened wide.

I gulped fresh air, I laughed in delight,

And left the dragon’s breath far out of sight!

2015