Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Poetry for the Diet of a Dragon

Tarquin the Dragon
Likes ice cream on toast
pizza and pie,
Rhubarb crumble made by a ghost
Followed by a nice Sunday roast
Deep fried
And marinated
In liquidised corpses of fly. . . .
And he will eat pumpkin seeds
As long as they are a bright bright red
And he once ate baked beans
By did not like them, he said
He likes iron filling with a hint of rust
And salt on his porridge is an absolute must
He will even eat tin
If it is served right
Wrapped round a grumpy medieval knight
Who as you might expect
Will complain when the dragon
Takes his first bite
He once ate three witches
From a Shakespearian play
And would have eaten the prince and the princess
But they both ran away
And he is partial to Poet
And says they taste of snow
And who could resist glow worms
When they start to glow
And every dragon
Likes toad and frog soup
Some anchovies and garlic
With an accessional Spaghetti hoop
And a big bowl of hot wizard stew
And a nice bit of Harry Potter gristle
On which to have a good chew
All washed down with some camomile tea
Accompanied by a bit of
Rancid fermented Bree    



  1. I wonder what else a dragon could eat
    Especially things without any feet
    But still have lotsa yummy meat.
    I think my favorite was near the begin
    About the knight covered in tin
    Who soon found himself a dragon but on the wrong side - within.

    1. Nice Poetry Mr ESB . . . Poetry is good for the world, I bet more folk would like Mr Trump if he recited poetry at his rallies.

      I have always found the thought of tinned Knight rather amusing. . . Maybe a little night time snack.

    2. With a fire breathing dragon, the knight becomes an enclosed ready-to-heat ready-to-eat morsel, and an eXtra value meal if he is on a horse-L. Sir Lunch A Lot, would this make the dragon omni-horse-ous?