by Richard Wakefield
This is the stomping ground of self-styled studs
who shake the ground with thunderous thumps and thuds.
They strut their stuff, for any dino guy knows
an earthquake will impress the lady dinos—
a Jurassic aprhodisiac, a dance
enticing them to dinosaur romance.
But over time the hopeful fellows see
the charm wear off, as inexplicably
their antics leave the girls unagitated.
The disappointed boys go home unmated.
The asteroid that comes to end it all
in fact is just a crashing disco ball.