Author’s note: I had grand ideas for the Soaring Twenties Social Club Symposium this month. Every month a roving band of flâneurs, artists, writers and layabouts create something around a set theme. The theme was dinosaurs. But as the month went on my grand ambition shrank from a long story, to a short story, to flash fiction to… this.
Diplodocus chewed the trees
Icthysaurus roamed the seas
Noasaurus had big legs
Oviraptor ate the eggs
Styracosaurus, spiky crown
Ankylosaurus clubs ’em down
Urbacon might like to play?
Raptors rage and rage away, but…
Sapiens has won the day!
Well, we can’t take everything seriously, can we?