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They never told about the cold, cold morn,
the painful blue and cheery winter sky;
the friendly warm embrace of toothy yawn,
the reeking of its breath; its marble eye;
the dragon gets a mention in her tale
but just that Margaret entered its insides:
another hero trapped inside the scales,
but nothing of the dragon's life, besides.
   They say the beast was Satan in a glamour,
   but that's all nonsense, since the virgin matron
   who made her crucifix a makeshift hammer
   is ever since considered childbirth's patron;
because it gave her birth, and spared her bones,
she'd visit every week for tea and scones.

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Harry O'Neill

Tue 29th Jan 2013 22:12

This is what I call a noble case of being kind to animals. And a neat little sonnet (but should that comma be after `life` in line five?)

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 28th Jan 2013 19:34

Jaunty little sonnet Would St George have approved of the dalliance?

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