The Poet Is A Dinosaur
He put pet dinosaurs in his poems
and baseball mitts.
He was so far out in left field,
he played football.
The dinosaurs were well-suited
for snowglobe weather.
They ate the grass
from underneath the quarterback.
The princess/cheerleader was their favorite
as she bathed and shaved.
The poet himself was covered
in Martian soil.
Leather had once been sub-human
which brought a tear to his eye.
A stadium devoid of human suffering
was ideal but ill-advised.
He was a poet after all
and words failed him every time.
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