Night of the Red Dragons

The mighty dragons which came roaring on that fateful night took great pride in disintegrating everything in their sight Nothing was left that was not scorched by their flame although to the fire-breathing dragons it was all but a game No trees were left standing and nay grasses retained green it took three and a half years for the streets to scrub clean There was no building that wasn't burnt to an absolute crisp The laughing dragons noted down another wondrous trip All the churches did indeed receive three hundred and thirty-three degrees The poor clergymen were seen praying whilst fallen down upon their knees As the puissant dragons kept up their ferocious attack, some pastors were heard screaming for the good lord to come back When the libraries burned down it was such a terrible loss for the town as the most intelligent of the peoples were nowhere to be found Then all the pubs and neon clubs were ravaged and wrecked The fire-breathing dragons just said, "We don't give a feck."