O, Ceiling Dragon, you alright?
Your mouth suspends the ceiling light
Ensconced ornately in a wreath;
That can’t be too good for your teeth!
Maybe you would rather stand
In front a Buddhist temple grand!
Or next a marker to past wars!
Not servant to this faux decor.
The dragon, though, thinks it’s okay.
If he could talk, I’d hear him say,
“Did you not see this Broadway Show?
Les Mis is playing ‘neath my nose.
I watched with you on opening night,
Savored the score with great delight.
Besides, you seen my cousin, Grace?
Her gig is at a cheap Thai place.”