SILLY POETY

Dino-sours

A poem

All images by the author.

A godzillion years ago there were no flowers
just packs of dino-sours
who hunted flocks of lemon bees
while trampling over trees.

Then the big bright yellow fruit
that greets the sky except at nuit
was squishy squashy squeezed to juice
and liquid sunshine was left loose.

The ascorbic acid rain
thus flooded the world’s terrain
and the dino-sours got afraid
as their realm turned into lemonade.

After weeks of this downpour
the dino-sours were no moore.
But the lemon bees didn’t mind the sour shower
and so they survived and rised to power.