its body is a box,
its head's a plastic waste-bin,
its eyes are broken clocks,
its legs are cardboard tubes,
its claws are toilet rolls,
its tongue's my dad's old tie
'Oh, what are lovely dragon,'
our teacher smiled and said.
'You are a pretty dragon,'
she laughed and stroked its head.
'Oh no,I'm not,' he snorted,
SNAP ! SNAP ! he moved his jaw
and chased our screaming teacher
along the corridor.
BY CHARLES THOMSON
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