The dragon stared
at me, frozen in fear.
My mighty charger reared as I raised my lance.
At full charge, we advanced to attack.
My lance buried itself in the dragon’s chest.
drew my sword.
With one mighty slash, the dragon’s head came off.
“William,” I heard my mother call.
“It’s nearly time for bed. Come inside.”
She could not see
that I had saved
The world from the horrid snow dragon
That was living in our back garden.
“You’ll catch your death playing in the snow.”
I put away my toy
sword and lance.
28 September 2006
Then “fed” my toy horse, and put him away as well.
The next day, I did more great deeds,
Worthy of King Arthur’s knights.