The Last Dragon Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Georgie I'm alive dot com.
George I wasn't dead
I sort of threshed around a bit
I may have even bled

but here I am still smokin George
and I'm questioning your cred

life aint stained-glass windows
wherever you may be
I'm talkin reputation
I'm talkin chivalry


outside the local hostelry at Crickledon-on-Wye
there's a little knot of people just starin at the sky

they said it came with the Morris-Men
there was fire and smoke and steam
and no-one knows where the Vicar went
as he crossed the village-green