In a faraway land where the sea meets the sky,
And the hills are marshmallows and the rocks are alive,
Live a colony of dragons – the regular sort –
With fire-breathing bellies, who eat children for sport.
They fill children with fear, and animals too
(When there’s no girls for dinner, a puppy will do).
Their breath is appalling, their manners atrocious,
Breeding fear and loathing is their only true focus.
Except for one dragon who’s not scary at all,
A mild-mannered dragon the others call Paul.
He’s not big nor ferocious, in fact he’s quite sweet
(Once you get used to the pong of his feet).
He doesn’t eat children for breakfast or lunch
He doesn’t like dinner with knee bones to crunch.
The others all think he is rather peculiar
Except for his true dragon love, Jumpy Julia
(Who unlike her dragon friends, simply can’t fly,
She jumps round instead, but that’s by the by,
This story’s of Paul and his wonderful nature,
I promise to tell you about Julia later).
This dragon called Paul always knew he was not
Like all other dragons – his breath was not hot.
And his claws were not sharp and his teeth were not long
And he often broke out into loud bursts of song.
He couldn’t breathe fire and would not abide
By the grizzly rules of his kind – though he tried.
He thought he should be like the others, you see,
But he couldn’t be the dragon he felt he should be.
So he went it alone (except for Julia, of course,
And, oh, did I mention they befriended a horse?
And a cat with no tail, and a dog with no nose,
And a boy who had snails where he should have had toes).
They banded together, not alone anymore
For there’s safety in numbers when you’ve been shown the door
By the ‘Normal Folk’ living their lives by the rules,
Who think of the outcasts as idiots and fools.
This rather eclectic and strange looking crew,
Were happy together and started to do
All sorts of good deeds for the poor and the friendless,
They might look quite odd but their niceness was endless.
They travelled together led by our friend Paul,
Who despite his mild manners wasn’t too bad at all
At taking control, and keeping things fair
And making the gang brush their teeth and their hair.
They travelled together doing good deeds a plenty,
And growing their gang which quite soon numbered twenty.
And Paul came to realise he was special and gifted
In making the spirits of the lonely be lifted.
He no longer wanted to make himself be
A ‘good’ dragon because he had quite come to see
That being like others is quite over-rated.
When you are special that should be celebrated.
[A rapidly written first draft of a poem for my friend Marianne’s dragon-mad children]
LOVE it. Polish it and find an illustrator. it would make a terrific children’s picture book. EXACTLY the type of book I’d buy for Noah 🙂
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Awww, thanks D – Ellie was just too taken by the idea of marshmallow hills to think about much else and Lyra simply sat quietly until I’d finished reading and said ‘Well, it’s not boring Mummy’.
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Delightful piece, I love the rhythm and the rhyme … and the little moral tucked away at the end.
… and, in my experience that counts as true praise from a child (your reply to Debra G).
Keep writing.
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Thank you – hugely kind of you to take the time to comment. I didn’t really mean for there to be a moral to be honest, the whole thing just fell out of me at 11pm a few nights ago (which is why it is rather rough and ready) but it was great fun to write – and I have found myself wanting to explore the other characters more too…
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Good writing, good instincts.
Follow ’em.
After all, NEEDING to know about other characters I’ve met in stories is what has driven me to read more …
Go for it !!
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Good point – and thanks for the encouragement.
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No worries, sure you would do the same for me.
🙂
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But of course!
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This is wonderful! I must print this out for my grandchildren! It cries out for some great illustrations!
Christine
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PS your name wii, of course, be printed out too. I would love fo share this on my facebook page.
Christine
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By all means share it and all constructive criticism welcome as it’s my first attempt. I hope the grandchildren enjoy it! X
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Thank you! Im sure they will love it! 🙂
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I hope so! Kids are the most harsh critics of all (I rewrote a verse of this poem due to advice of a five year old. I was glad she’d made her point though as the verse really didn’t fit!)
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I echo all other comments, Pooky! This is delightful and loved the flow, rhyme and characters, too. I think it would make a wonderful children’s book with fun illustrations. I also love the subtle message that could touch the hearts of adults, as well…I’m following you now! Lauren 🙂
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Thanks for following Lauren and for your kind words. My hope is that if I write a poem of some kind every day then I’ll learn and improve, we shall see! But I’m glad you like Paul. I just suddenly found myself thinking ‘what if there was a dragon called Paul, what a silly name for a dragon’ and I had to find out all about him, which I did as I wrote the poem. I’m sure I should probably plan and then write!
I will head to your blog to see what you’ve been up to once I’ve replied to all the lovely comments folk have left. The joy of blogging! x
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I actually like the name, Paul, for a nice dragon! It fits and sometimes, thoughts come out better while writing then when we plan..:) I’ve had my blog for 2 years now and I think I’ve improved since day one…reading other blogs really helps. I’m still very humble to have the following I have, along with my fb poetry page. So I don’t take anything for granted, but it’s a wonderful outlet and I’m just happy others have been touched. That’s how I felt when reading both of your poems…Thanks for offering to visit when you get a chance, too! Have a lovely weekend! xx
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People would not follow and engage if you weren’t writing well and touching hearts xxx
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This is a delight of a poem (I’ve read it aloud 3 times), one for both the young and the young at heart. The message at the end is beautifully done and brings added depth to a wonderful story. I’m 62 years old and because of health issues I can no longer do many things. Along with the joy, this poem brings comfort to my childlike spirit. I too see it has a future as an illustrated book.
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I’m glad it brought you some smiles – it was fun to write and a felt a real affinity with Paul… I will head to your blog once I’ve responded to all your comments (for which, thank you) and have a look around x
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I love this one! Great rhythm and rhyming. Do you want me to reblog it? I’ll read the others later. 🙂
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Thanks Brenda – that’s really kind. I’d love you to if you think your readers might enjoy it too x
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Okay! I think they will like it. 🙂
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Thank you – I got lots of likes so thank you so much for the re-blog. It was one of the first poems I wrote so it’s not had a lot of air time. x
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Some of my first published stories have only a few likes on them. I’m glad you found some admiring readers. I have found lots of people on WordPress who like kids lit. 🙂
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I have only been here about a month so constantly finding new, fab folk – like you!
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Seven months for me, and still finding fab folk, like you! Happiness and joy to you and yours, Brenda
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Friendly Fairy Tales and commented:
A wonderful, light-hearted rhyming poem about a dragon by PookyH. I hope you enjoy it! Have a great weekend! Brenda
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Loved it Brenda. A wonderful verse to lead into a dragon, fairy tale, travel buddy theme for children. How old am I? I just adored it too. Well done.
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tee hee – it’s for all kids, big or small 🙂
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I absolutely love this!!
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Thank you – I really enjoyed writing it – I hope to return to explore some of the characters further another time.
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that will be great fun!
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I always fund these silly kids poems great fun to write. I get very nervous about reading them to my three year old girls though!!
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I bet they love them!
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So far so good though I did rewrite part of this one based on feedback from a friend’s five year old!!
My kids usually listen intently then give me very brief, enigmatic feedback like “it’s not boring” 🙂
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well that is encouraging! 😉
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Going to share this with my kiddos, adorable!!
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I’m so delighted you like it enough to share it with your kids – please let me know what they think. Kids are the harshest critics, but their seal of approval is the most magical music to my ears too 🙂
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I will, Pooky!!
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Thank you!
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This is so sweet and magical. Absolutely love it. What a beautiful lesson to share with children. 🙂
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Thanks Cubby. This was one of my first but still my girls’ favourite (followed closely by the crocodile one).
I always think of myself as very unimaginative but these story poems seem to bring out my whimsical side 🙂
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I love this! ❤
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Thank you 🙂
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I’ll have to read this to my daughter today. She would love it and it sends such a wonderful message.
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Thank you!
I hope she enjoys it 🙂
At se point I intend to follow up with story poems about Jumpy Julia and how the boy came to have snails for toes…
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