Mega Problems
To live among the dinosaurs
Oh Brontosaur,
Creature of such great girth.
Were your Farts feared,
By the other denizens of the Earth?
Could your farts be heard for miles?
Into flames would the gas burst?
Would some turn and run away,
To avoid your wicked curse?
I wonder about such a cloud,
As from you it did pass.
Could one see a dense fog,
Come out of your ass?
Was there a burning blue flame,
That moved through the air?
Did it singe everything it touched,
Including mammal’s fuzzy hair?
Did bugs that flew into the gas,
Fall unconscious from the cloud?
Did small animals of the earth,
Twitch and dance around?
I’m sure that many learned,
On a day nice and sunny.
Your stanky gas was a problem,
That was not very funny.
Or could it be that once smelled,
You would be one who swore,
To avoid the gas byproduct,
Of the mega Brontosaur?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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