Once a small triceratops
Was gently tending to his crops
He’d leeks and grains
And green plantains
And basil growing tall.
/
And while that small triceratops
Tended happily to his crops,
Something caused the grass to fuss,
A pack of compsognathus!
They’d come to steal it all.
/
Thus then that small triceratops
Had to defend his precious crops,
The green plantains
And leeks and grains
And basil from the brawl.
/
Roared loud that small triceratops,
And swung a bunch of carrot tops,
His aim was true,
Those dinos flew
And splat against the wall.
/
Safe now, that small triceratops
Turned back once more to growing crops
He worked with pride
And confident stride
No longer feeling small.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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Comments (2)
This is so so so CUTE! I love the storytelling, and how it is brutal, but also a story of pride and resiliency! I love how it is told with the flow of a children's book, with a rhyme smooth like silk. Incredible, M. A.! The more work of yours I read, the more I fall in love with your authorship. [5/5]
This is so very cool!! 😍😍😍😍 great job!