'Dinosaur' Poems

The dinosaurs are here no more.
I really miss those fellas.
Especially the way they walked around
Without umbrellas.

The dinosaur’s snore

Well, I’ll be bound! What a terrible sound
Was the snore of a dinosaur.
Having to creep past a dino asleep
Must have been such a terrible chore.
To tip-toe on past a tired monster so vast
Would have scared many creatures, I’m sure.
And the only thing worse was the threatening curse
Of the dinosaur’s waking up roar.

Well, I’ll be blowed! From what I’ve been told,
That roar of a dinosaur
Could crack open the ground, make volcanoes around
Burst and cast mammoth waves at the shore.
And to be there beside a mouth open so wide,
Feel the stench of chewed flesh, guts and gore…
Well, the only thing worse was the threatening curse
Of a half a mile wide meteor.

You can take it or leave it, but I do believe it –
A gigantically big meteor
Collided with Earth and created a dearth
Of the fierce and the feared dinosaur.
It was down to pure luck that the meteor struck,
Finally ending that snore and that roar.
And the only thing worse is the threatening curse
Of man and his war after war.
Give the dinosaurs one more chance

Ice caps melting,
Hard rains pelting.
There’s a hole up in the sky.
I wonder if the dinosaurs
Should have another try.

The invention that could have saved the dinosaurs

The dinosaurs wouldn’t have gotten extinct
If they’d only invented the pocket.
They’d have had a good place to put all of their tools,
And then used them for building a rocket.
A prehistoric visitor

A dinosaur came and knocked on my door,
And asked to borrow some honey.
I was shocked and surprised,
But later surmised
That he’d probably run out of money.
The T-Rex that went to the Moon

It was a very odd thing for a T-Rex to do,
Or even an old Diplodocus.
But the Moon looked so close through his old telescope,
And so clear when he’d worked out the focus.

But without it the Moon looked too distant to touch
And he tried to reach up with no luck.
He could get there, he hoped, through his old telescope,
So he climbed in and got himself stuck.

Once in there he saw that, indeed it was closer.
He wriggled and shuffled up through.
And eventually, POP! he flew out through the top,
As T-Rex’s from telescopes do.

The moon jumped awake and said, “How did you make
That long trip with a small brain like yours?
I’m waiting for man with a much smarter plan.
No-one said to expect dinosaurs.”

“Don’t let my brain fool you,” the dinosaur said.
“I may look a bit of a dope.
But let’s see if man and his much smarter plan
Can travel here by telescope.

They’ll probably never work out how it’s done,
But instead just read stories and mock it.
And I bet all those fools will invent stupid rules
And then fly to the Moon in a squocket
(Or something like that).”

The moon said, “You’re probably right, my dear friend.
Our secret this journey shall be.
Now hoist up your flag - I hear telescope lag
Is real hard on a brain like a pea.

Did you know in the future that mankind will think
That my surface is made out of cheese?
But it’s clear, I do hope, that I’m made out of soap
With the scent of a warm summer breeze.”

“Oh, please...” said T-Rex. “What fools these men are.
Next you’ll be saying to me they shall think
That a big rock from space one day kills off our race,
And us dinosaurs all get extinct.”

The two of them spoke of the future of Earth,
And how dinosaurs should stake their claim.
And wouldn’t it be great if the dinosaurs ate
All the men as a joke when they came?

Then the dinosaur said, “It is time that I went.
It was lovely to meet you, dear Moon.
Don’t wait up for man, and his really smart plan,
For I don’t think he’ll be here too soon.”

And the Moon bid farewell and said, “If you like my smell,
Then please help your good self to some soap,”
Which the dinosaur did, and the dinosaur slid
Back to Earth through his old telescope.

We think we’re so clever, that dinosaurs never
Amounted to much on this Earth.
Don’t believe all the lies – you’d be more than surprised
What they did before mankind’s late birth.

© Copyright Mike Lucas