Occasionally, dragons appear in the west
blood red on flags as a symbol of defiance
but, if only we could find just one bone,
it might contain enough DNA to revive
the entire species and claim independence.
Of course, dragons do have a bad reputation,
eating English maidens and such, deserving
their gory dispatching by brave English knights
or the Quidditch skills of Harry Potter.
Wherever they are, you don’t want to go there
and you usually can’t, since they remain unseen
off the edge of the OS sheet, with strong warnings
and inaccurate drawings to deter the foolhardy
although, nowadays, you can buy maps
with a dragon right in the centre
provided you know the Welsh postcode.
Ha!
Very enjoyable poem. Do you need the last line… you’ve got ‘in the west’ in the first line to clue us in.