Reverie

Reverie

I was stressed in Chester yesterday

at the station, awaiting a train

when a jester suggested a game to play,

was I hallucinating again?

‘You’re vexed and perplexed and your hair is a mess so I’m here to make you a hero.

There’s a dragon that ought to be slain!’

He danced as I glanced at his harlequin pants

with his jingle-bell hat he just looked like a twat so I ignored him.

Feckin’ hipster.

Then, as he’d feared – it was weird! – a dragon appeared!

In my hand, there manifested a sword.

‘It’s as I suggested, my lord!

Be blessed on your quest, thrust your blade through its chest

and enter the wyrm where it’s flawed.’

It had great scaly jaws, and some pneumatic doors,

and a penalty for the improper use of the chord.

‘Welcome aboard.

Please keep all personal items with you at all times.

Items left unattended may be removed or destroyed without warning.’