Tyrannosaurus Rextra
A poem in response to the Poemosaurus Rex Challenge
Tyrannosaurus Rextra
That’s me…
That’s me…
Look Nan there I am, look …
Yes Nan, yes…on the TV!
There I am …
Just behind that great big Steg…
Mind, he was a big boy…
Never stopped eating…
And his wind…oh my…his wind…
It’d knock you out, it was that strong…
That bit you saw when that group of Velociraptors fall over
Well that wasn’t any earthquake …
That was old Steggy Boy…
He ate twelve plates of beans from the catering truck…
What? Are they making a sequel?
I don’t know… Six Jurassic Parks may be enough now…
Don’t you think?
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Alyson Smith
Writer & Artist with Level I Autism & a whole lot of Bipolar. Based in Newcastle- upon - Tyne, works as an administrator in a Nursing Home. MA in Creative Writing.
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Comments (2)
I've still not watched the sixth Jurassic Park, lol. Loved your poem!
This is great fun and perfect for the challenge, nicely off the track