Miss Velociraptor knew she was scary,
she’d be rich if for each scream she had a penny.
She tried her best not to growl,
not to chase, beat or foul,
but not for long could she stick with any.
Mr T-Rex wanted a mate,
old now, he worried it was too late.
But his hands were so small,
he could never pick up the phone to call,
the dino he fancied to ask for a date.
Mrs Pterodactyl loved soaring in the sky,
knowing the dinosaurs below wished they too could fly.
Getting close to the sun,
sizzling like a hot cross bun,
merrily flapping her wings as she swooshed by.
Master Diplodocus disliked his enormous feet,
no animal with paws larger he ever did meet.
He even tried nail polish
to make his toes look less trollish,
whilst still crushing tiny creatures in the street.
Mummy and Daddy Iguanodon tried to evade,
whilst placing their youngest in some cooling shade,
that summer’s terrible heat,
which was rotting all their hunted meat,
their patience in the warmth just starting to fade.
Baby Allosaurus would not go to sleep,
all night long he continued to roar, dig and leap.
But when babysitter Plesiosaur
told him she was a very hungry carnivore,
no sound was then heard, not one peep.
Copyright © Thomas Harrison | Year Posted 2019
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