Could a Tyrannosaurus truly have sex,
with such little arms and broad chest?
Could it comfortably mount its steed
long enough to spread its seed?
Could it be intimate? Considering the fossil record
suggests an unfortunate life of impotence.
Did it know how to use its tongue?
In a way to make the female T-Rexes c*m?
Did they stay in bed after the deed was done?
Snuggling until the ascension of the morning sun.
Did they fetch their lover breakfast?
Comforting them during the dawning Jurassic tempest?
Were their words luminescent?
Illuminating their partners souls with thrusting iridescence.
Ferocious indeed, yet were they sensual enough to please?
Were they bachelors of their time or simply experts of the tease?
About the Creator
Kale Bova
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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- Runner-up in Poemosaurus Rex Challenge
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskara day ago in Feast
Comments (7)
Hahahahahahahhahahahaha this was so hilarious!
Too funny, but now ya got me thinking
I will admit that I never thought about the love life of the T Rexes… I’m sure it was very perfunctory, although giving them human character references made me giggle a bit. Great job!
Dear Kale, I just read your poem "Prehistoric Sex-Ed" and found it both hilarious and thought-provoking. Your imaginative exploration of the intimate lives of dinosaurs, combined with witty and playful language, made for an entertaining read. The humorous yet poignant questions about the T-Rex's romantic capabilities were brilliantly done. Thank you for sharing such a unique and creative piece. I'm looking forward to more of your work! Best, Dr. Jay
Amazing, I had considered this question for this challenge, though more broadly. I enjoyed your creative and contemporary approach here.
You forgot the cigarette after sex--the real reason they went extinct.
I would imagine they were "rough and ready". But your poem is surely thought provoking.