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dsa157Comment: Tyrannosaurus in a Dress
‘Slime Pig!’ she called out to him, breath like flames –
‘There’s nothing in that hard-hat heavy head
but my clutch laying in your tar pit bed.̢۪
But skip the keep-the-kettle-boiling games;
what if the girl exhausted all those names
that turn up like primeval dirt gone dead?
‘Tyrannosaurus in a dress’ he’d said.
She guessed a paleontology of shames
were running under Scaley Green Man̢۪s passion
but, feeling none, the lady fell and cried,
wishing her little arms grew wings and flew.
Caprice is nearly all there is to fashion –
only integrity is dignified.
So what̢۪s a tyrannosaurus girl to do?
PSR