St George - Poem by Sebastian Seal
In ancient times, of days gone past,
Poems like this would have flabbergast.
For it tells the lore,
Of dragons and kings,
From time gone by, from days of yore.
There was a man, a strong brave knight,
Who gave dragons a bit of a fright.
George was his name,
Who was later sainted,
He prodded with his sword, he liked to maim.
One day a big dragon, a fiery type,
Tried to live up to the legendary hype.
He had captured a maiden,
And tied her to a stake,
George wasn't there, her hopes were fading.
Then George heard her plea, her cry for help.
He knew that somewhere was a dragonous whelp.
He galloped to the scene,
He slayed the dragon,
He gave the maiden a kiss, and a tub of ice cream.
And this is why England, the green and pleasant land,
Has chosen St George to represent their brand.
He's English to the core,
He fits in perfectly,
A bit eccentric and potty, and never mentions the war.
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