Enter the Dragon
It was on a Sunday morning
When the dragon came to call
It just barrelled through the doorway
And it landed in the hall
Dressed in green it sauntered in
Ignoring our objection
Wandering from room to room
Performing its inspection
Till finally it came to rest
And on the sofa sat
It was mean and it was ugly
It was hideous and fat
The beast demanded food and drink
Cheese sandwiches and more
I know it seems quite scary, but
She is my mother in law
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2010
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