Ruff and Tuff

Ruff the diamond dragon lived by the old oak tree
and frolicked in the ocean mist on the shores of Galilee.
Little Johnny Tuff loved that rascal Ruff,
and brought him bling and silver string and other not so fancy stuff.

Together they would journey by wooden raft with billowing hemp sail,
Johnny throwing custard pies, perched up high on Ruff’s diamond studded tail.
Pie-eyed Kings and Queens bowed even lower whene’er they came,
Pirate ships would do the captain’s flip, when Ruff was on top of his game.

A royal silver dragon lives forever, sadly not so seven year old girls and boys,
marbles,dolls,skipping stones make way for approved educational toys.
One dark lonely night it happened Johnny Tuff came no more,
and Ruff the playful dragon ceased his mighty roar.

His head was bent in betrayal, the scales of friendship weighted heavy on the new best buddy side,
Tuff no longer skipped stones with Ruff during Galilee’s low tide.
Without his friend for life Ruff could not fly with the Bold and stupidly Brave,
so Ruff folded in his psychedelic wings, retreating to his secret non-smoking cave. 

Diamonds are never meant to stay forever in the rough,
and neither was a child’s mystical friend ...fondly known as the dragon Ruff. by Abre.