The Dragon in my drawer.

Sometimes when Im a bit uptight,

From doing everything just right,

I have a room, my own retreat,

Where I can kick my shoes right off my feat.

My desk is cluttered and piled high,

Even the curtains are awry,

When I look at this untidy mess,

"YES!" I shout, I like it, I do confess.

There are things tossed on the floor,

A Dragons in my dresser drawer,

H e guards the close not folded right,

And warns,"Hnads off,or I shall bite!"

Then, before I leave my room,I comb my hair and straighten out the things I wear.

But i'll tell you what--that prim and proper image others see,

Is not the true authentic me!