Mary Mary Makebelieve by Jean Kenward

Mary Mary Makebelieve

kept a dragon up her sleeve:

when she’d been despatched to bed,

gave it supper, so she said.


‘Oh,’ her Dad and Mum would cry,

‘Mary! What a dreadful lie!’

Nothing she could say or do

would persuade them it was true.


Mary Mary Makebelieve

posted titbits up her sleeve:

anything that she could find,

crusts, and bits of bacon rind,


Anything that it would take –

buttered toast and birthday cake.

And that dragon grew and grew…

as you might expect it to.


Strong, it grew, and even stronger.

She could cover it no longer,

for it simply poked its head

through her jersey. Things were said.


‘Mary! What is that you’ve got?

It’s a DRAGON, is it not?

We don’t want such creatures here.

Make it – make it disappear.’


Mary tried… but Mary couldn’t.

(Was it, do you think, she WOULDN’T?)

Anyway, the dragon stayed

making everyone dismayed.


Till, at last, they all agreed

it was REAL. Then, indeed,

it rose, and slashed the roof, and rent

a ragged gap, and ROARED, and WENT.


Mary Mary Makebelieve

keeps a hanky up her sleeve,

now. She is discreet and shy.

Only, sometimes, in her eye


You can see a sort of green

shimmer, such as might have been

if a dragon were about.


One day, she might let it out.


by Jean Kenward

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