Pterodactyl Fling
I saw a Pterodactyl on the wing.
And thought, “Isn't that the craziest thing?”
It then swooped down upon me,
put its talons upon me.
Asking, “Sailor, are you up for a fling?”
I nodded, yes. What else could I do?
So then up, up and away we flew.
We dove and then soared
until it then got bored
and flung me in a pile of its poo.
1/23/21
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2021
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