Dragon Poem

As I was walking down the street,
 I saw a dragon curled about my feet. 
It was tiny with eyes of emerald green.
 And for a scaly dragon, 
he doesn't look real mean.

 I could never take him home, 
my parents would be mad, 
that is until, I heard it's belly rumbling
 ( Which of course, was rather sad)
And so I took it home.
 No one wants to be alone. 
Then I knew we had to keep him, 
because I saw what he had eaten.

 He is a very cute fellow, we love him 'cause he roasts marshmallows.