A quick children's poem I cranked out for fun one day. |
Giant jagged teeth made the other dinosaurs quiver, but his stubby arms made them snicker. He had arms stolen from a kangaroo. At night he dreamed of waking up to arms longer and thicker. One day he went to a sorcerer and he saw a fire flicker, he followed and picked up a magical brew. He ran into the night and went so fast he flew. The nextg morning his arms were scraping the floor and they were longer. He left his cave and was sure for once he wouldn't hear laughter. Instead all the dinosaurs rand from and that made him blue. Poor T-Rex wondered what he was going to do. He missed the other dinosaurs being around and the sound of their chatter. His new arms scared them away. No he spent his time banished and was a loner. Days based and his loneliness grew. One day he thought maybe the scorcerer could whip up a new brew. Off he went to make change back and once again his arms would be shorter. Wondering around he began daydreaming and was much happier. His stomach began to rumble and his nose led him to some stew. He took a bite and stew was strong and bitter. Sleep came over him and he awoke with a shiver. His arms felt short without looking he knew. Short arms and all he went back to hang with his old crew. |