Monday, February 21, 2011

TheTale of Custard the Dragon by Ogden Nash

Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray 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 gray mouse, she called her 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 Week!, 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.
Meowch! 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.
Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.
But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.
The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.
Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.
Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

Once again, I didn't know what poem to respond to this week, so I googled "dragon poem," and this is one of the many poems that popped up. I picked this one because for some reason I recognized it, maybe I read it in a library ages ago, who knows. ANYWAYS, back to the poem. I usually do rather serious poems, but this time I decided to do a more whimsical one, which this one definitely is. It's about a girl named Belinda who is "brave as a barrel full of bears," which doesnt seem very brave to me...since when are barrels brave? But anyways, she also owns a little kitten named "Ink," a yellow dog named "Mustard," and a mouse named "Blink," who all partake in seeminly daredevil activites such as chasing "Lions down stairs." However, her big nasty dragon seems to be as wobbly and squishy as his namesake "Custard," and all he does is "cry for a nice safe cage." This seems to make him the laughingstock of the household, but when push comes to shove and a nasty pirate comes into the house, nobody but Custard stands up to face him (ands up eating him). However, after all is said and done, Custard is still the scaredy cat looking for a nice cage-he's so cute.

1 comment:

  1. awwwwwwww that's that one picture book . . . XDDDDDD

    you need to find some more poets, don't you . . . XD