Bernard Shaw - Dragons.

Dragons.

Dragons flying on wings of green,
Coming to greet the Fairy Queen.
Invited they are one and all.
To the Fairies own Annual Ball.
Dragons Large and Dragons small.
All are flying to the Fairy’s Ball.
Families of Dragons have been invited.
Some of whom are most excited.
The Fairy Queen will greet them all.
And welcome them to the Fairy Ball.
Leprechauns are preparing dragon meals.
Pixies will serve the meals on wheels.
There will be hay, clover and shamrocks green.
A most special gift from the Fairy Queen.
The meal will be approved by the Trolls.
All will be dressed as Victorian Dolls.
To dance there will be a Fairy Band,
With Musicians all from Fairyland.
I will be the Master of Ceremonies,
This I know will the Dragons Please.
The party will last the night long,
Entertainers will accompany us with song.
Then punctually at the break of day.
All the Dragons will fly away.
I will go home to my large old house,
There I will tell my story to my Family Mouse.
Then I will go to my four-posted bed.
Where I will lay down my weary old head.
In the morning of the very next day.
This, my new poem will come your way.
There are many tales of dragons to tell.
For I am under the Fairy Queen’s spell.

Bernard Shaw

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