Lava Days*

by Robert McNamara

FLYING amidst the lava pools
was a Pteradactyl named Ronald
who wasn't a good flyer
But was once a good egg,
so anyhow I say to 'em
''Hey Ron, why don't you go
to flight school?'' and he says
''I am an expert flyer,
I can loop de loop and
Make screetchy scratchy noises
with my eyes closed.''
And he just perched there
On the edge of a cliff
like the cockiest reptile
this side of moonbeam,
and dove off and took
flight, and y'know what
— he really flew well that day
screecking and squawchy ever higher

*Honorable mention, asinine poetry literary contest, fall 2002

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