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Dinosaur Poems!

If you like Shiro Cosmetics on Facebook (and if you don’t, you should, otherwise you could miss out on awesome stuff like this), you already ought to know about the 500-fans Dinosaur giveaway. When I reached 500 fans, I asked what I ought to do to celebrate, and somehow we all came to the conclusion that I ought to send people dinosaurs. I purchased a dozen toy dinosaurs from the Internet (pictured below) and told people to enter to win by emailing me a dinosaur poem.

I promised to post all the entries on my blog, even the ones that didn’t win –  so, with no further ado, here are the runners-up!

Christine K.
They capture our imagination,
They eat pesky lawyers
Maul annoying theorists
And even scare little kids!
They’ll run amuck in parks,
Abandoned bases and San Francisico;
And somehow, manage to eat a whole ship’s crew –
Without leaving the cargo bay!
Triassic, Jurassic, and Cretaceous;
Obviously everyone will agree,
The best dinosaurs came from three.
Triceratops, Tyrannasaur, and the largest sauropod;
The most violent species, good god!
From fossils and paintings,
Speculation and rantings,
Silly names and stutterings;
Dinosaurs are awesome.
…Why did I ever stop wanting to be one when I grew up?

Violet R.
little plastic dinosaur,
you sit up on my shelf and roar.
you attack my army men,
and sometimes barbies ken.
I’ll get a bunch more of you at the 99 cent store!

Sam E.
They dominate lands;
actually their graves. Curses!

Sarah A.
A triceratops named Judy
opened up a restaurant
but all the food she ever got
was the roadkill in the parking lot

Saila H.
There was a Bracchiosaurus that lived by a creek
She visited the forest every other week
For she had a little fling
With the most unlikely thing:
A T-Rex gentlemanly and meek

Joey A.
Dinosaur haiku.
I’m not creative, so…here:

Stephanie W.
Om Nom Nom Nom Nom
Dinosaurs eat yummy trees
And tasty humans

Katie M.
Taller than the trees, he stomped
Crushed the weak beneath his feet
Tyrannosaurus Rex, he was their king
Or at least, the one the rest feared most.

Do you think he wore a crown?
No, archaologists don’t believe.
Prehistorically, they found nothing
Not a shred of evidence that he was King.

He may have been the tallest,
He may have been the meanest,
And he may have eaten everything.
But now, Tyrannosaurus is gone…

Prehistory isn’t all quite gone
His bones are preserved in stone
We found them, the bones of this king
To display in a museum honorably.

Christie B.
Dinosaurs look big, mean and scary
I didn’t get close to see if they are hairy
They have big teeth to eat chomp on meat
I don’t think stilettos will fit on their feet
Some are short some as tall as the skies
But all Dinos look best with Shiro on their eyes.

Valerie S.
When you became extinct, what were you thinking?
Or did you have a thought at all?
“Oh no, the dinner is burning – oh no, here comes a great ball-”
Maybe there were no thoughts, just flames and smoke,
A mad dash to escape, but there was no hope.
What I would give to have just one of your kind,
a Tyrannosaurus, a Brontosaurus, just one would be fine.
But no, all we have are remains set up in stone,
no heart, no personality, only bone.

Kimberly D.
Great pterodactyl,
once upon the breeze you flew,
now in memory.

(the boyfriend of) Kimberly D.
Ponderous footsteps,
Fossil sea, the lords gathered,
ancient lizard kings.

Amie F.
The dinies on the bus go ROAR ROAR ROAR
The dinies on the bus go ROAR ROAR ROAR
All through the town!!!

The triceratops on the bus goes POKE POKE POKE
The triceratops on the bus goes POKE POKE POKE
All through the town!

The T-Rex on the bus goes CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
The T-Rex on the bus goes CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
All through the town!

The stegosaurus on the bus goes STOMP STOMP STOMP
The stegosaurus on the bus goes STOMP STOMP STOMP
All through the town!

The brontosaurus on the bus goes NOM NOM NOM
The brontosaurus on the bus goes NOM NOM NOM
All through the town!

The pteradactyl on the bus goes SKREE SKREE SKREE
The pteradactyl on the bus goes SKREE SKREE SKREE
All through the town!

The baby dinies on the bus go snooooore snoooore roooooar
snoooore snoooore roooooar
snoooore snoooore roooooar
The baby dinies on the bus go snooooore snoooore roooooar
alllll through the town!

Carolina G.
“Oh, big reptiles!
Animals of gigantic proportion!
Why did you lack the notion
Meteors are not to be invoked?

‘Cause of your sad ignorance
Appalachiosaurus won’t be eating nachos
And Velociraptors won’t be playing on the velocipedes!

No, oh no!
Instead, world is now bland and boring
and you can’t just ignore
how much fun it would be
if you could have stayed –
at least until you meet me!

I could climb Tyrannosaurus
and could slide Therizinosaurus!
I could ride Edmontonia
there would be no ‘monotonia’!  (portuguese for monotony)

Oh, you damned huge creatures
made of awesomeness and coolness
I’m sure one of you survived,
perhaps you are just a tad shy!

Come out of the deepest seas!
Or even the Loch Ness lake!
Come to my hand to take –
but not with a bite!
If you do, I promise,
there will be cake.”

**And the following are the lucky poets who have won a dinosaur!**

Erin M. – Anatomy of a Tyrannosaurus
Dine out?
Do I know?

Lacy S.
Little girls like ponies,
And little boys like dogs,
Dolls and trains and bears and planes,
Cops ‘n’ robbers, playing pogs.

But me, I always liked the best
Gnashy teeth and cutty claws,
Spiky backs and long long necks,
Dinosaurs were all there was!

To tell the truth (I can’t believe
I’d ever tell the whole wide net)
When I was young I’d be Littlefoot
And a fruit-roll-up Tree Star try to get.

I love them still! I can’t deny
The many stuffies that I yet own,
They are the best, these dinobeasts
To cuddle up when I’m alone. ❤

Ashley T.
A T-Rex and a Velociraptor sit and drink their tea
the T-Rex says to the Velociraptor: “You’re not as pretty as me.”
“But WHYYYY!?” asks the Velociraptor, its heart all filled with woe
“Because,” replies the T-Rex, “Your makeup is not from Shiro!”

Kaitlyn D. – Gilly the Dinosaur
Gilly the dinosaur was round and blue.
He loved his meats and his vegetables too.
But favorite of all, even more than a shoe,
Was a sawfish named Wackett he met at the zoo.

Colors were Gilly’s favorite to play.
With blue, red and yellow he mixed all day.
Wackett liked sparkles so she’d always say,
“THIS NEEDS MORE GLITTERS!” and sprinkle away.

In this way they made lots of cool dino things,
Like shadows and blushes and nice shiny rings.
When Gilly was shimmery up to his wings,
They wrapped all the colors and tied them with strings.

Wackett helped Gilly with all of his chores,
They picked up their toys and they swept all the floors.
They cleaned all the colors from windows and doors,
And when they were done they ate lots of smores.

Samantha S.
I stomp through the jungle
lifting my massive head
extending my tiny arms

you laugh and I eat you

if only
if only if only…
these little arms
could fit around
for a hug

meloncholy rex

Courtney S.
why hello there mr. dinosaur
i didn’t see you there.
i’d never expect a raptor
to be perched upon that chair.

you look so terribly dashing
with your top hat and your pipe
i thought raptors were vicious,
but i suppose that was all just hype.

why thank you mr. raptor,
i would adore a cup of tea!
and may i compliment your mustache?
it looks marvelous on thee!

well it was lovely chatting with you,
but i really must be going.
i think i heard your stomache growl.
i fear your appetite may be growing.

Stacey B.
There once was a T-Rex named Stevey,
Who was known to be rather greedy.
When his tum gave a rumble,
All his friends ran and tumbled,
As he’d get them if they were not speedy!

One day he met a triceratops,
Who had tripped and been hurt on the rocks.
Stevey looked on in glee,
At his easy free meal,
And ran quickly over licking his chops!

“Stop right there!” cried the poor panicked beast,
“I might look like a well deserved feast,
But I’m all skin and bone,
If you’ll leave me alone,
I’ll reward you if I am released!”

Now Stevey is not a clever Rex,
And found the offer somewhat complex,
So he stomped and he roared,
And finally deplored:
“I’ll return tomorrow!” and left somewhat vexed!

He hurried back the following dawn,
To discover his free meal had gone!
But after this session,
He has learnt the lesson:
That brains are more important than brawn!

Anastasia T.
Araucaria mirabilis are red,
Necronectes drydeni are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
“RAWR!” means dino loves you.

Carol C.
All… you… sucker Rex-ees ain’t got nothin’ on me,
On my three-horned-face, you can’t touch Tricera-T!
Got a frill round my head, but ain’t Elizabethan, stat –
The late Maastrictian days are where it’s at.
I’m Triceratops!
Wyoming watch out, I loved your crops
And I would’ve had more if the weather didn’t flop.

But watch out, world, I’m not gone forever;
My bro Spielberg resurrected me in the theater.
At Disney’s Jurassic P, the kids are my homies.
When they see me they be all up like:
“Ooh, Tricera-T!”

**The following are the top three, and something extra will be included with their dinosaur packages, hooray!**

Third Place: Nicole S.
Here is a poem that I’ve written
Of a dino with which I am smitten.
It’s unfinished, I fear:
For it would appear
Has no practical rhyme-us

Second Place: Lauren V.
“Dinosaur, oh dinosaur!
A large and frightful thing,
With sharpened teeth of twenty score,
And rough and slimy scales galore,
In colors bright as Spring.

To battle you will often go
All clad in garb of gold
With knives, machetes, and a bow
Atop your head that you did sew
From skins of warriors cold.

Your sense of fashion, far and wide,
Is known to be quite grand –
Your wigs are beautifully dyed
And you would make a gorgeous bride
To any in the land.

But waste no time on men
Who may be uncouth in their speech,
Or those unskilled with sword or pen –
And if they should disturb your zen,
Snack on them like a peach!”

First Place: Kimberly D. – An Ode to Dinosaurs
Prior to the dawn of man there walked upon the earth,
those fearsome beasts and bird like beings which Dr. Hammond birthed.
Oh dinosaurs, we call your name and wish that we could see,
your height, your size, horrific eyes and damn big scary teeth,
Yet your remains until this day lay buried in the earth.

Unless, by chance! We find a way to extract DINO DNA then sadly I remain,
unable to pronounce your names, Pachycephalosaurians.
Oh dinosaurs, oh dinosaurs! Ye who suffered such a fate,
a meteor by chance, or lo? The theories can’t relate.

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