It was a dismal day for a birthday
The rain came down, the plans were soggy
All thoughts of outdoor fun were running down the drain.
The games to play, the gifts to unwrap
The cake mum had made so painstakingly,
Sitting abandoned, on a once-promising day.
Her friends turned up, some cancelled,
Too wet their mums not allowing them to get drenched
She sat at the window watching Gran’s magic dragon
Slide and descent the window
And with a tiny puff of smoke climb back up again.
At least she had something to entertain her friends
As the bunting, the streamers, the balloons
Looked the worse for wear as the skies tumbled down.
Her few friends gathered at the kitchen table
The cake was cut and eaten with delight
Then they saw the dragon, wanted to watch, some to touch
But when he scorched their fingers, they pulled back
Squealed with wonder and watched as again he climbed,
And when at the top opened his mouth and let fly a fireball
Of a size, you might not believe.
It turned out a memorable afternoon,
Each child returned home with not just a lolly bag
But stories of a dragon breathing fire and climbing the window.