There once was a man
So the story is told
Who searched the
desert
For pure nuggets of
gold
He shoveled all morn
Then he shoveled some
more
Discovered the head
Of a great dinosaur
Incensed with his
luck
He spat hard on the
ground
Cussed his poor
mother
Golden eggs were not
found
He quit for the day
Marked the way with
old stones
And dreamt the night
through
Of gold dinosaur
bones
He visioned the spine
Buried deep in a
ditch
Saw himself famous
And quite filthily
rich
Come morning he raced
To the site at top
speed
The smile on his face
Purely driven by
greed
He followed the
stones
Guiding him to the
west
Located the head
But found none of the
rest
He tore up the land
For his dinosaur gold
Continued to search
Though he grew to be
old
He never returned
From that
gold-digging day
The truth of this
tale
Is a might hard to
say
Yet legend does claim
As the sun sets for
bed
You’ll see him
roaming
With his dinosaur
head
Chelle Munroe©
April 16, 2014
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