Drunken Dragon Poem by David Darbyshire

Drunken Dragon

Rating: 5.0


The karate kid had her own style,
called the drunken dragon.
She'd twist then fall, with a smile
then be taken off in a wagon.

That did not bother her,
she won most of her fights.
But all of it is still a blur,
as she looks up at the ambulance light's.

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