Eating Dinner At The Table With My T-Rex Poem by Paula Glynn

Those big, razor sharp teeth,
Those devious, clever eyes,
Those sturdy legs,
That run so fast,
For my T-Rex that hunts,
Is the predator,
Prey captured so quickly,

With dinosaur meat,
So gullible to the silence,
Not realizing evil eyes,
Watching, waiting, hating,
And loving the smells,
Of blood and fear,
My T-Rex with a bird brain,
Quick to chew and swallow,
Feeding on the pain,

And I sit at the dinner table,
With my favourite T-Rex,
A goat's leg for him,
And a juicy steak for me,
And my T-Rex drinks,
A very large cup of blood,
Whereas I drink red wine,
For our meat tastes divine,

Our bloodlust,
Our nature,
Our aggression and determination,
Why we win over prey,
And we always dine together,
And afterwards we cheer,
And make our excuses,
To end an exciting night,

Only to have my T-Rex,
Turn around in his betrayal,
And eat me for dessert.