the tattoo...

The dragon took the pose of a sprinter on her shoulder,
The big spout was open like half opened, hinged, scissors...
And the dragon was spitting fire!
Fire...red and yellow...coming out from the flame gun...
It spread across the whole right shoulder of her...
She was dancing hard...
Oblivious of the dragon on her shoulder
That she carried so fashionably!
She carried it throughout the evening...
As she danced to Santana who was jamming his lovely guitar on the deck...
Her backless stringy halter helped the dragon to roam freely
On her shoulder...spitting hot...

The evening worn down to become  night...
She got weary a bit and settled on a couch for a sip or two...the potion...
The blue potion upon which the bartender just played fire...
She drank the first one quick...
Meanwhile Santana cleared the deck for someone more fiery...
Who did no jamming...
Who just unplugged steam straight!
But she the dragon bearer was a bit tired, as you see...
So she just tapped her heels on the wood...
And sipped her second, followed by her third...

By the end of the first half of the night...
The dragon on her shoulder also stopped shooting the flame gun,
For one could see it not running like a sprinter...
It was lying there...like a harmless creature...
Sleeping after a lot of hard work...
Sleeping hard...snoring!