my dragon poem

people cheering within the beat of the drums ,children crying oh what poor mums.the spectacular dragon ,just look at its colourful scales.The delightful food being sold by males.Oops,sorry say the good mannered crowd , the tapping of the feet ,man that's loud.behind the stage ,its not a race comes a friendly guy with a smile on his face.sometimes the dragon will start to bend, but that usually happens at the end