The Poems of David Garlick
I’d like a purple dragon to come and live with me. We could play every morning or paddle in the sea. But if the Purple Dragon turned blue when he was cold. His mother would soon scold him, to say “Do what you’re told!” Breath out your dreaded dragon’s breath and wrap it round […]
In my house there are rules for spiders. We may come and go as we wish. But if we foolishly wander the flag stones; underfoot, we may end up as squish! It’s OK to live in a corner, in a crack or under the fridge but hang from the light or the curtains. […]
There’s a dragon that lives in our basement. He sleeps right under the stairs. I know he’s there ‘cos I’ve seen him and smelt his breath on the air. At night, when it’s quiet, I hear him. For he breaths with a rumbling noise. But I’m not afraid of our dragon for I’m told […]
Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Would you like to come to tea, at my cottage by the sea? Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. I never eat bread and butter for tea. Only scones and cake, you’ll see. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. […]