The Gellilydan or Welsh Dragon

The Gellilydan a creature of old
Massively powerful
The colour of gold
A true blown dinosaur
With a lumbering gait
The Ffestiniog monster
Who lived in the slate

In the sunlight she glowed
And sparkled, for she
Lived strictly on plants leaves and roots
Genuinely
Watching her climb up the mountains
Where she
Lived and displayed her
true pedigree

She roared like the wind
She ran like the Hare
She climbed like a boa
Just everywhere
So scintillating
Sensationally
The rarest of breeds
That one ever might see

Sat flat on the slate
With a moon high above
Being out and about
A figure of love
A goddess of sorts
A Welsh dragon who
When seen by the locals
Caused a hullabaloo

Once seen ne’r forgotten
Chomping away
On branches and twigs
In her amazing way
A long curly tongue
And huge fangs of fire
It just made souls quiver
And even perspire.