The Dinosaur Who Came to Play
You think I’d be impressed because a tiger came to tea?
I’ll have you know, a stegosaurus came to visit me.
He rang the doorbell yesterday, at twenty five past four.
I couldn’t let him in - he wouldn’t fit through our front door.
I put my shoes and coat on and we went to play outside.
He wasn’t bad at seek, but he was terrible at hide.
He played quite well in goal, although he couldn’t kick the ball,
and tennis was a waste of time. That didn’t work at all.
I wanted to play tag, but it was starting to get dark.
He said he had to go back home, back to Jurassic Park.
He’s coming back tomorrow so that we can play some more.
He’s boring, though. I think this time I won’t answer the door.