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Protruding from new fallen rock, where fossil hunters play
And casting long its shadow, as the night gives way to day
This femur from an ancient beast that walked here long before
Perhaps an isolated find… most likely nothing more

Experts with assorted tools which dig and scrape and brush
Unearth the ancient monster, until one of them yells, “Hush!”
Police assail this beach of bones, where many finds are made
And cordon off this new reveal - an ancient flint-stone blade

Neanderthals once roamed these shores, their relics often found
But eons after dinosaurs, which lie in deeper ground
Not so strange to make these finds upon this south coast sand
But never, in a dinosaur; a dagger wielding hand

Tyrannosaurus Rex displays his bones for all to see
And in the space where Mr Rex’s gut was meant to be
The hand that holds the dagger lies attached to ancient man
But this does not concur with evolution’s master plan

No ancient man should now be found inside this long dead beast
For sure he never can have been tyrannosaur’s last feast
Unlikely then, that policemen will cordon off more zones
As fossil hunters find more beasts containing human bones

Professor Adam Adams is euphoric - in extremes,
“Everything we see here is precisely as it seems
The dinosaurs all died when rocks from space lit up the skies,
But they had long since hunted man… how’s that for a surprise?”

The rain was not predicted by the forecast for this day
But those few droplets bring a neon glow to the affray
Sand that has been smooth and level save for footprints there
Begins to bulge and rise, and each man can but stand and stare 

Is it in the gift of man to comprehend his being
Can a modern man refute the truth that he is seeing
When bones so dry for epochs grow a scaly flesh anew
Might a modern man hope that his God knows what to do?

Bones so bare, now rise up there, with skin and muscle forming
There’s bound to be some lunatics who’ll say it’s global warming
But Adam Adams watches monsters forming on the beach
And even he debates an option… which God to beseech?

Policemen screech through tannoys telling folk to stay well clear
Their voices reach a pitch which tells the crowd they share their fear
And as the first Tyrannosaurus rex stands tall and proud
Its eyes flick to and fro to choose a victim from the crowd

Everywhere upon the sands more dinosaurs arise
And each just stands there waiting with those strange expectant eyes
Perchance they see a meal in every person on this beach
It’s clear they’ve hunted humans - which our text books do not teach

But now… there is a fizzing from a rumbling sea that’s hissing
Notwithstanding dinosaurs, what is it that I’m missing
Waves that crashed upon the beach now crash too far from shore
And Adam Adams cries out, “This has all happened before!”

Where the waves are breaking in a sea now madly quaking
Adam Adams teeters as the beach has started shaking
“I see it now,” he shouted, “Evolution isn’t real,”
He indicates the sea where there’s a giant disc of… steel?

[Thats no exaggeration; let me help you realise
that when I call it giant, I don’t mean it’s quite a size
I mean that if it stood on legs held in a landing stance
At least one would stand on this beach… and at least one in France]


Continued in Part Two
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