Friday, August 5, 2011

A Dinosaur Poem...I Think

Screature

This is Screature. Santa brought him for Nathan back in 2009. It freaked him out so much that it has been sitting on a bookshelf in my bedroom ever since along with a fake tarantula and a poisonous Shrek glass that we were supposed to return to McDonald's but never did. It's the scary shelf.

And now for a scary poem by Thomas that no doubt disturbed his 3rd grade teacher.


Dinosaur

giant reptile, instinct

moving, roaring, drooling

hunt, kill, kick, jolt

killing, shooting, blasting

dangerous, hurtful

machine gun.

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4 comments:

  1. I'm just glad I'm not the only one with "scary" Shrek glasses on the shelf!

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  2. Oh geez, that does belong on the scary shelf!

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  3. hiya, miss you and your sis but it is all my fault and not yours<><>>,should have been witty and lethal and smart, any would pity that i, m so pretty tonight{from west sie story}

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