Ancient countries where time was raw,
A band of teeth and claws there.
Poemosaurus Rex, better known by its name,
With sharp verses, his range is boundless.
Through prehistoric valleys, he walks,
His poetry is a terrible guzzle
Among the dark-skinned, he in his court,
With metaphors, that season fought.
His words thundered, his rhymes changed.
Every line is victorious, every stanza warm.
He took heart from every poem.
His artistry is in a different realm.
Still came, with the quilt,
To claim Rex, to offer you.
But Poimosaurus was hooked,
It's too fast, it's kind of too far.
So what does he know in the history text?
Poemosaurus Rex has not been outdone by anyone.
Legacy is very visible in the realms of poetry.
A titan of verse, forever.
About the Creator
gohar gohar
"Crafting tales that transcend reality, I mold worlds with words, weaving intricate plots and vibrant characters, inviting readers into realms of imagination."
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my sincere appreciation Gohar.
Keep up the good work Gohar.