The house seems incongruous on the immaculate street. There are weeds invading the spaces between the broken tiles that lead up to the flaking front door, and a plastic bag rustles, as it struggles ... [+]
If you ever met a dragon
and asked him in for tea,
he'd rave about the apple scones
with great civility.
He'd be the perfect guest
for anyone to host,
unless the dragon hiccuped
and flamed the scones to toast.