--for Beenie--
A dinosaur named Darryl
Sleeps
underneath my bed
And
listens to the bedtime songs
And
stories that are read.
Darryl’s
made of plastic
And
colored mostly blue.
His
tummy’s fat, his tail is flat;
He
sticks to me like glue.
His
mouth is always open;
His
teeth are sharp and white.
By
species he’s a T-rex,
And
he stalks my room at night.
While
I am sound-asleeping,
Darryl
guards my door.
He
keeps the monsters all away
With
one big dino-roar.
He’s
there when morning wakes me.
He
smiles his lizard grin.
We
make our way to breakfast
Where
his eyes light up—and then—
He
grabs a purple Froot Loop
In
his enormous jaws,
Then
chews and chomps and scratches
For
another with his claws!
I
think if there’d been Froot Loops
In
prehistoric days,
Then
Darryl might have friends around,
And
I would be amazed
To
have a thousand dinosaurs
For
everyone to see--
But now it’s me and Darryl,
And
that’s all right with me!
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