Testing My Dragon

>Finding myself with a few moments free the other day. I thought I would let Dragon my naturally speaking addition, have a free hand with a poem. However I just had to add the corrections as I went along. otherwise it would make no sense at all. I leave you with one word, enjoy. I placed the poem on my own Facebook page as I know very few people visit it. lol Knowing no one reads this page I shall exercise Dragon on a poem. As he is still not conveying the correct words I say. Yes I did say that Dragon. Good morning, you can take part. Now. Great Britain, United Kingdom. England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland and all those scattered little Islands that make GB so great. By Stanley Russell Harris (the mad author) Whenever we compete. Between each other and do creeks. (greet.) We are proud of all the Flex (flags) we fly. But when the (to) battle we do go. We all do share one flag. I know. Of course there are a(our) battle ones. They are called the colours. I'm sure you know. As every year on(one) a (is) Stree (trooped.) Before the King or Queen to salute. Sadly now, some want to part. Take their colours from our flag. Reduce the colour of red, white and blue. Such a sad thing to do. I pray it stays the same, do you? Good luck Wales, as you're British to. (too.) Well done Dragon, you got a feather's (verse) completely right all by yourself. And that is what I have to put up with using my naturally speaking Dragon. He does not get things right all the time. I think he wants to be a politician. And you know. On days like this. I think you (he) ought to be. Was that last little thing (fling) a joke Dragon? Since writing this I hear Wales did not progress any further, kicking that air filled ball about on a field somewhere overseas. col. (Which is my new Facebook expression, cry out loud.)<