This is Lola looking a tad apprehensive. She’s a bit scared of the subject of the poem below, sent by Jonathan Humble – thank you Jonathan! I have reassured her that it’s NOT TRUE. The lovely dinosaur is drawn by Philip Waddell, who is also a poet! Thanks, Phil!
Karmasaurus
I am a little dinosaur;
the only one at school.
When teachers are not looking,
I’m the butt of ridicule.
At playtimes I’m not chosen
for games like hide and seek,
I often end up by myself,
alone and feeling bleak.
Sometimes I lose my sandshoes
and haven’t got a clue
just why I find them soaking
floating in the cloakroom loo.
The bigger kids will taunt me;
they’re such a nasty bunch.
But there’s no need to worry ‘cos
I eat them for my lunch.
© 2019 Jonathan Humble
Why can’t you hear a pterosaur using the bathroom? Because the “p” is silent!
Here is Jonathans’s pet dog, Arthur!
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