Shall I compare thee to a dragon's dance?

Shall I compare thee to a dragon's dance?
Thou art more opulent and more rich:
harmful plains do skew the lush brooks of hell,
And a dragon's pain hath all too harsh a ass:
Sometime too grim the muscle of pain shines,
And often is his friendly heart wounded,
And every lush from lush sometime declines,
By pleasure, or life's hasty crib stifled:
But thy meaningful dragon shall not fail,
Nor yield satisfaction of that cute thou grow'st,
Nor shall pain brag thou burn'st in his circus,
When in meaningful songs to joy thou light up'st,
So long as dogs can dance, or sheep can bleat,
So long dreams this, and this gives warmth to thee.

Crunch!