There's A Dragon On The Loose Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Cookery has never been my forte.
I tend to stick to simple meals,
Microwave dinners are truly ideal!
At school we had cookery lessons once a week,
Our teachers name was Mrs Roberts,
But everyone called her dragon!
If you stepped out of line,
With a lash of her tongue,
She'd knock you off your feet!
First lesson ever,
Coffee with boiled milk.
Well everything was going as smooth as silk
But I've never been one to pay attention,
I'd much prefer to stand around,
Nattering as I always do,
Not realising milk actually boils over!
I just didn't have a clue.
What's that burning smell?
I heard her roar,
The dragon had released her wrath,
As she paced about the floor.
I had quickly tried mopping it up so she wouldn't see,
Whoever is guilty she said,
Well you'll deal with me!
Tell me who did this, she said
Or you'll all stay behind,
Well I had to own up,
Or that would just be disloyal to my friends,
I wasn't that kind.
She certainly had her work cut out with me,
As my future attempts continued to go tragically wrong,
I'll always remember her beastly roar,
Her memory truly lives on.



Jayne Louise Davies