by Stephen Whiteside
The penguisaur lived long ago, but only way down south.
It had long rows of ugly teeth arranged within its mouth.
It lived in crowds upon the ice, and swam for food each day,
And when it dived it threw behind a mighty spume of spray.
It waddled when it walked because its legs were short and stumpy.
It looked quite cute, but don’t be fooled. Its mood was often grumpy.
It liked to feed on killer whales, and humpback whales as well,
And wayward tortoises, because they have a crunchy shell.
It specially liked to guzzle blood that flowed from meat fresh killed,
And grew extremely angry if too much of it was spilled.
It opened wide its vicious teeth, and gave a mighty roar,
While blood formed clots upon the feathers of the penguisaur
Its snowy chest was fast defaced by blood and gore and guts.
Mark my word – it was a fearsome beast, no ifs or buts.
When chewing gobs of whale, a crazed look came into its eye.
Its feathers were ten metres long, yet still it couldn’t fly.
Half of it was dinosaur, and half was flightless bird,
But of it, in the text books, you will never read a word.
That’s because its fossiled forms are trapped beneath the ice,
And searching for such evidence is never very nice.
Maybe somewhere out among the broad Antarctic chill,
A penguisaur, snap frozen and intact, is lying still.
Perhaps one day a scientist will thaw its body out,
And it will grab him in its jaw, and shake him inside out!
© Stephen Whiteside