Ankylosaurus by Wes Magee

He could well be a tank or a battering ram,
has a tail that could mash blood and bone into jam.
A pebble-dash back and a tortoise-shell skin,
and lips that curled up in an old witch’s grin.
It had been reported that he’d entered for
the first Mecca contest for Miss Dinosaur.
When the poor judges saw the sharp spikes on this bloke
three turned quite white, and the fourth had a stroke.
They quickly declared him the ugliest there
so the beast ate them up in a minute.

by Wes Magee


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Poetry, theatre, literature, films, reviews and various other matters. Primarily Russian and Welsh subjects.

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