Death of the Dinosaurs

The day the asteroid arrived the dinosaurs were playing, With toys and bats and balls and things, some dancing jigs and swaying. Young Betty Brontosaurus was renowned for being dim, She was running on a treadmill in her Speedos at the gym. “Oh dear!” she cried. “Look out the window, what’s that in the sky?” “An asteroid” said Terry Rex, “I think we’re going to die!” “What, all of us?” cried Betty; “don’t you think that’s pessimistic? I’d better put my makeup on, mascara and some lipstick. I’ll need to look my best for when the paramedics come”. Said Terry, “Paramedics? Oh my goodness, aren’t you dumb! The asteroid is going to crash, the earth will become stark! Huge tidal waves will drown us and the planet will go dark. We all will die, believe me, paramedics won’t survive, So call your friends to warn them that they’re doomed, while you’re alive.” “Oh Terry, don’t be such a wimp!” said Betty with disdain, “It’s just a little rock that’s falling, nothing worse than rain! I’ll call my friends to tell them that umbrellas are a must, But only ‘cos a rock is going to crash and raise some dust.” So Betty got her cell phone out to call her favorite pals. Her best friend, Flossie Raptor, was playing tennis with some gals. “Hey Flossie!” Betty said, “I need to warn you, something’s weird. An asteroid is going to crash and Terry Rex is scared. He thinks that we’re all going to die, but it’s a joke, I bet.” “Hang on a sec” said Flossie, “I’m in the middle of a set. We’re winning forty love, break point, I’ll call you when we’re done”. “Oh, pardon me”, said Betty, “I didn’t mean to spoil your fun”. Poor Betty Brontosaurus was distraught; she wept for hours. They never asked her to play games, or go to baby showers. Perhaps the reason was that she was huge and couldn’t manage To go just about anywhere without her causing damage. “I’ll show them” Betty said “I won't warn them about the rock, Without umbrellas, dust will sting their eyes, they'll get a shock!” So Betty didn’t warn her friends, the asteroid came crashing. The sky went dark, the oceans boiled, and lightning was a-flashing. Poor Betty didn’t stand a chance, and neither did her friends. And Terry Rex’s bottom leaked all over his Depends. The dinosaurs all snuffed it, all at once, and all together. They are no longer with us. Yes, they’re gone and it’s forever. So, now you know the story of a few of their last hours. They weren’t as fierce as people think. They liked to smell wild flowers, And play and dance and sing and stuff, they didn’t kill and maim. But I think we’re kind of glad they’re not around us just the same!