Monday, 5 March 2012

Dadosaurus

Who's that beast
With the terrible growl?
Don't make it cross
It'll give you a scowl
Please, please, shush
It's got a horrible mush
It's the Grumposaurus

Quietly, quietly
Am sure it's here
That dreadful thing
That makes us disappear
Up to bed
Making our tears shed
It's the Moanosaurus

It's tummy is round
It's burps a truly horrible sound
With a hairy body
And DIY that's shoddy
It burns the dinner
Making us much thinner
It's blind as a bat without it's specs
And growls more than a big T-Rex

Where's the beast
When we want to play?
Probably necking
Some cabernet
It screams at the telly
Just look at it's belly
It's the Shoutosaurus

It loves it's girls
With their straight hair and curls
Even when they make a mess
And cause much stress
It wouldn't change a thing
They're it's everything
From the first light of day
Till the sun drifts away

Who's that beast
So soft deep inside
Telling everyone
They're it's joy and pride
No shouting tonight
Because they're gorgeous and bright
It's the Dadosaurus

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