Dragon Tea Party

At the bottom of the garden, by the weeping willow tree
I saw a family of dragons drinking weeping willow tea
Father dragon boiled the pot with hot dragon flames
While the little baby dragons played their secret dragon games
Mother dragon set the cups and saucers out upon the rug
And put a wing around her children for a great big dragon hug

I walked a little closer, beneath the weeping willow tree
And asked if I could join them for some weeping willow tea
They smiled and beckoned me with their fingers and their toes
And blew lovely little smoky hearts out the nostrils of their nose
So I sat down upon the rug and sipped weeping willow tea
And insects droned around us beneath the weeping willow tree.

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My Pet Dragon

My dragon is a tricky pet
Last week I took him to the vet
He barely fitted through the door
And caused a terrible uproar
The dogs all whined, the cats they hissed
The rat, I'm told, will be sadly missed

And then, to make things even worse
My dragon ate the ladies purse
Several shoes and an old man's hat
The table where the receptionist sat
If I hadn't given a mighty yell
He may have eaten her as well.

The vet appeared, looking grim
Brought from his office by the din
'My dragon's ill, please don't be mad'
'I need your help, the effects are bad'
My dragon sneezed, I watched him stare
As flames shot out and singed his hair

'You're right' he gasped, his head alight
We must sort out your dragon's plight
If not to stop my surgery from these burning flames
Then from the newspapers crazy claims
For if they say what they mostly do
We'll all be catching Dragon flu!
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The Dragon Tree

Our new teacher is a little weird
A purple cloak and a long white beard
He talked us through the kinds of trees
In a forest that we might see

Willow, oak, sycamore
And the rather rare Dragondor
‘What?’ we cried, “There’s no such thing!”
Our teacher winked and gave a grin

You see them but you don’t realise
Stark and bare against the skies
With ivy wrapped round every bough
Giving shapes and life somehow

Branches turned to arm and claw
Beneath a head and powerful jaw
And a tail that ends beneath the earth
Roots that grew from time of birth

So I went to look in our local wood
And to my surprise there one stood
Stark and bare against the skies
Ivy wrapped, fiery eyes

And as the moon rose with the night
The air crackled with the magic light
And the rather rare Dragondor
Raised its head and gave a roar

Stretched its ivy covered limbs
Arched its back and raised its wings
Lifted those roots from time of birth
No longer tethered to the earth

A mighty breeze it blew my hair
As dragon wings beat the air
And the Dragondor began its flight
Across the starry, moonlit night

I stood a while and watched it fly
High up in that night time sky
Until that most amazing beast
Was gone from sight into the east

I returned to the wood next day
As sun turned the night to misty grey
Wondering if the Dragondor
Might be amongst the trees once more

To my dismay the ground lay bare
No tree, no hole, no sign that there
Had been a Dragondor last night
That came to life and took its flight

I walked over to the little nook,
Knelt down for a closer look
And where the Dragondor once grew
A tiny shoot was peeping through