Poem

Dragon

A dragon in a school it’s eyes reflecting of the windows,

It’s fire obliterating the walls,

A crash a boom what could it be,

Oh what could it be?

Yes the dragon stomping about

Biting burning Giving no care for us.

But not killing we’re so lucky we’re not dead,

It made a nest of tables and chairs sleeping,

Snoring ever so loudly

It was a destroying machine with Scales of fire,

A flame breathing mouth, Worst of all teeth as deadly as a Taipan’s venom.

By Arda