Oh dearie me...
For all the prowess of my hand, the dragon eludes me.
I have tried endlessly to sketch a dragon. The images of these magnificent beasts haunt me in my sleep and make a fool of me in my art. I am weary, I am angry.
The damn dragons...they must be laughing at me.

seller-man

well now, little seller-man,
they say that you sell anything.
so i'd like to buy some time
to make up for some misgivings.
twopence to fix yesterday,
my house to fix it all;
i'll pay you just about anything,
please don't close your stall!

well now, mister seller-man,
you've drawn your curtain closed.
dismissed me with a contemptuous snort
through your long, crooked nose.
the time i sought to buy from you
instead was wasted here;
have you no pity, monger sir,
for my sigh and for my tear?

Well now, a diary! It's been ages since I lost mine. Who knows who could be reading it!
I suppose I could fill this to the brim with poetry. It doesn't seem like the right place for deep, mind-boggling secrets now, does it? So then, without further ado...
The end of my first entry. ^^