Hello, I'm a Dinosaur
A happy little poem about a happy little dinosaur
I'm a happy little dinosaur
I have a happy little roar
I know a big dinosaur who has a big snore
I like to play with my friends
we like to explore
I like to shop at the Dino toy store
I have a lot of toys
but I want to buy more
I like to eat apples
I even eat the core
I enjoy watching the huge birds soar
My dinosaur teacher says that I have to write more
writing poems can be a very big chore
I have a house that has a very large door
I love being a very happy little dinosaur
My teacher says my poem is long enough
I don't have to write anymore
but I want to say that I like pay with my siblings at the seashore
now this poem is really done
so I wont write more
About the Creator
Christina Epperly
Hello There ! I'm a blogger, writer and bucket lister! My bucket list has over 300 items on it. I am big believer in enjoying the little things in life. I also love collecting toys.
John 3:16
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Comments (5)
The third to last line needs a bit of tweaking "I like to play.....". But a refreshing read in childlike tones, enjoyable and upbeat.
Well done.
Keep up the good work.
Omg, so cute! Nice writing!
Hahahahahhaha this was so cute! Loved your poem!