Your Poem

I'd fight dragons

sidesaddle

pricking each scale

after a manicure

glove-less

in Sunday dress

all neatly pressed

wielding no reins

forfeiting my massage

forgoing all others

skipping tea...

fire won’t stop me

fear non-exists

coiffure in a mess

defying hazards right, no left

relieve me, my quest

defeating the beast

….only for you

@gmcknight'12