The Dean of All Dinosaurs

The Dean of all dinosaurs

Was remembering the way,

And as is common with most bores,

Things were better in his day.

The Jurassic era likely,

Just when I’m not really sure,

But we’d all listen politely,

Such tales we would endure.

The Dean of all dinosaurs

Could make a short story long;

I think man was on all fours

And still grunting - but I could be wrong.

But now that I’m older

With my own tales to tell,

I feel my blood getting colder

As I bore my kids to hell.

And the Dean of all dinosaurs I’ve become

For I can see them roll their eyes,

And now I wonder if eating their young

Was the real cause of the dinosaur’s demise.