Dragon poem

The dragon is the giant equator.
The lava is his disgusting spew.
His scales are the ripples in the volcanic surroundings.
The flashing colours are his majestic blended eyes.
The ashes are like his scales shedding.
His tale is like balls of lava being fired.
His streams of spew are like his rough and incredibly rocky scales.
Beware as this is not his lair but he will be there.
By Alex

who are you to judge the life I live?
I know i'm not perfect and i don't live to be
But before you start pointing fingers make sure your hands are clean.
By Bob marley