Ankylosaurus
A Poem
By Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
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Covered in armor and spikes
They cover me from head to toe
However, if you can reach it
There’s a soft spot below
But good luck with that
Because I stay low to the ground when attacked
And if you come up to my back
You’re gonna get whacked
With a mace to the face
There is no foe I can’t take
So for your sake
I’d stay away
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Comments (2)
So we need a really long feather with which to tickle you until you roll on your back. Of course, if we succeed in doing that we'd probably become so enamored we'd just go on tickling each other until we became best of friends.
hahahah, Loved this!