Terrified T-rex was frantic with fear.
The dinosaur era would soon disappear.
He knew the cause of their early demise
were flipper-like arms of a marginal size.
Unable to stretch from one arm to the other,
they couldn’t clap or give hugs to their mother,
paint their own toenails or strum a guitar,
or reach the last thing in a bag or a jar.
They couldn’t arm wrestle with their best friend
or play any sport if their arms had to bend,
take a good selfie or give a high-five —
for all these good reasons, they could not survive!
Terrified T-rex was helpless with fright,
aware that his left hand could not reach his right.
Sadly, we know what he dreaded came true.
(Don’t worry, kids, this can’t happen to you.)
The watch on his arm was in need of repair,
and this broken watch was a cause for despair.
Attempts to unbuckle the band with his tail
or chew it apart would most certainly fail.
He extended his legs and clawed with his feet,
but after a week, he admitted defeat.
All extinct dinosaurs knew without doubt,
if you can’t reach your watch, your time will run out.
© Susan Jakubowski

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