Dinosaur
By: Ley Wire
The couch is a steep and rocky cliff,
Red lava's on the floor,
Your bouncy curls act,
As a new, spikey back,
Yes, you are a dinosaur.
Your feet are slow and lumbering,
You stomp them down hard on the cliff,
Your shirt's purple scales,
And you waggle your tail,
Your voice is a loud, roaring sniff.
But you've come to the edge of the cliff,
And the lava's turned into a floor,
The sofa's not rocks,
And your spikes are now locks,
Yes, you're a sweet, little girl once more.
Comments
Post a Comment