Don Fragyle Enters the List
by William F Dougherty
Sloshed on Spenser, Don Fragyle nightly jousts
with snorting, scaly dragons, wreathed with fumes:
nimbly dodging the Bunsen-burner jets
he laughs to scorn the champion-crisping flames
and liberates a royal, chesty girl
held tearful hostage in a gothic keep
by a hunch-backed, ogling, knot-faced churl.
Maids-in-distress ennoble Don Fragyle's sleep.
A dragon’s shriek leaps out from the alarm
near a plastic newt on a bonsai tray,
summons him to tilt against daily harm
and triumph over the hazards of day:
a thermos leak, the new-girl’s crooked grin,
stepping in gum, rubber cabbage, bar gin.
Posted on 08/26/2012
Copyright © 2020 William F Dougherty
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/27/12 at 01:52 AM|
This is terrific. "Sloshed on Spenser" is a great beginning to this jolly joust. Took me a minute to get back to the title and understand the "list" reference. Very clever, as is the dragon's shriek as morning alarm and day breaker. Thanks for this!