Chapter 1 of Dracula's Ranunculus:: The Boy Who Could Imagine

Once upon an eon

There was a boy with a crayon

Who gave life to everything he drew on

Once, on paper he drew a butterfly

With sparkling eyes

And periwinkle dots laid out like dies

On a gossamer board, endless folds

Then behold!

The paper crinkled and crackled

And then the speckled

Butterfly flew out on a route

Of circles, whirls, and twirls

Barrel rolls and loop-di-loops

Until finally it was pooped

So it drifted down

Like sifted sand

'Til on the paper it did land

And thus began

The boy's plan

To always wear a helmet

In case he drew a ram

-Neil Abellansoa